ALT Bin, By A Trestle Table, Taunton Dean Services (M5 Northbound) Service-station crow with a strange wing, feathers on one side, distinctly Mohican: a birdy-arm, but dressed in a rush, probably with a label still showing the earlier fuss; patrolling the pillbox, underneath a black and yellow constantly-rebraiding, aerial barbed-wire, then suddenly, flying: the disappearing soot of a diesel van’s noisy backfiring. Julian Cason Off-Shore If love came from oilfields, I guess we’d all first seek-out crude: an era of speculative drilling using our new, over-eager pipes, but we refine over time to value a substance less obviously visible to the naked eye, it’s what we ultimately run on: the sole resource we must never seek to diversify. Julian Cason