Another post from Talx…

Since the last picture another post has come up… the third now.  From the same person – Talx… this time up on Facebook… he’s directed me to the picture using Facebook… there’s a picture of him on his Facebook page – he’s wearing a pink body suit.  Wanker.

The picture he posted to me…. is of Dungeness in the snow

It snowed in February… and this picture was taken then, it isn’t thick on the ground, just a powdering, but enough.  Enough to slip under of wheels and slow us as we crept up the road that cuts diagonally across the picture.

Jospehine, Lucinda’s sister, Lucinda’s estranged sister who made that videocall to me in Hellingly, all those months ago.  Josephine told me not to tell anyone where I was going, keep it under wraps, hide our tracks.  And we did that for months but now it all seems to be leaking out, I don’t know whether it was the radio broadcasts that have stirred things up or whether they knew where we were all along but the things have started happening again.

They know where I am – or at least where I’ve been


Dungeness – a headland in the south of England.

Dungnesss – the site of nuclear power stations and the broken homes of artists and the mass of shingle

Dungeness – look at the picture  – we were in Dungness the weird little coastal community of Dungess on the 7th February 2009.  If you look closely at the picture – squint – narrow your eyes and crane your head forward – in the centre of the pictures to the left of the lighthouse there is a white van.  Next to the van, partially obscured by one of the telephone poles that criss-cross the open expanse of the shingle bank – threading alongside the massive pylons that channel power away from the station –you can see a red car… our car…

So we drove on…

Talking about Barney, wondering who he really was…

And then the winter set in hard and in February it snowed and the country withdrew into itself and we… we stopped.

Travis decided we should head south.

To Eddie’s – to Travis’ old friend Eddie’s – Eddie in the picture… the picture that Talx linked to from the site… Eddie with the smile and the baldhead who is sticking his tongue out… It’s a friendly picture, you know a friend must have taken it.  An old friend.  He’s working and someone has come out and taken a picture of him, he’s building a wall, the wall outside his shack by the sea.  The one that Travis and I visited.  He’s working and then surprise!

A friend pesters him by taking a picture and he has poked his tongue out… in a kind of “I’m working here kind of way”.

So if it was a friend… then they put it up on the net… and then some called Talx found it and pointed me to it.

Unless Talx is a friend of Eddie’s… which might be the case… but then Eddie just wouldn’t know that would he… let me tell you how it happened…


The name still means nothing to me.