On any given day I am, you might say, somewhat susceptible to feeling like I’ve unwittingly waded into some Pynchonian metaphysical quagmire. And thus it follows that I’ve been trying to work out what’s going on in this photo of a cottage 30ft away from the rapidly-eroding cliffs at Aldbrough on the Holderness Coast ever since I took it last Sunday.

What could move the occupier (or someone else?) to pin such a computer printout to their door? Have they been visited by prospecting gentrifiers eager to stake a claim on this overlooked patch of coast? There would have to have been a few of them, surely, to warrant a pre-emptive sign. And these must be gentrifiers of a pretty rare bent, since by my calculations this section of coast is disappearing at the rate of one house every two years and the cottage is only two doors from the cliff’s edge.

The curse strikes again! I am incessantly on the (passive) look out for more women writers to follow and nowhere is ever more fruitful in the hunt for interesting writers, than the rec’s and blogrolls of other interesting writers; and the blogroll of M. John Harrison does deliver the goods! Except… most of them are no longer writing. Jennifer Hodgson (quoted above) is the perfect example: I land on her homepage and immediately I’m smitten with her written style. I read a few bits, add her to my feed reader… and only then notice that the most recent bit of writing is from 2015.

Oh well, the hunt continues, and in the meantime I’ll trawl back through Jennifer’s archive.