A moment of magic
Onto the train at the last moment and walked along and found Reuben. Had cups of tea from the trolley and chatted enjoyably all the way to Victoria, he seems well and enjoying his new baby Aubrey, and pleased the other three boys seem to like him too.
Tubed to Embankment and then walked through St Martins and by the side of the British Museum through Russell Square and up to Tavistock Square, where there is a bust of Virginia Woolf. As somebody said on Radio 4 recently, the Bloomsbury group lived in squares and loved in triangles.
I felt elevated walking in the warm, autumnal sunlight. Feeling a magical surge of cheer in Russell Square watching the pigeons plump up in the fountain, and passing a man meditating in the morning light. One of those moments when you feel protected and taken care of, which left me with an afterglow all day.
A long day and evening finishing my scripts for their pitch. Pat and the FB have asked me to help them pitch it on Monday.
Late drink with Pat and Chloe a young and talented illustrator and Chris a likeable Geordie visualiser in a pub called The Intrepid Fox. It was a heavy metal pub, full of hairy people and raucous music. Even the walls seemed to be tattooed. Blending in in comfortable slacks and a fleece was tricky, but it was good to have a gossip with Pat.
Arrived at Brighton at 11:30. Managed to persuade the closing Chinese takeaway to give me a few scraps, and headed happily home.
Below Russell Square, and Chris in the Intrepid Fox.
Onto the train at the last moment and walked along and found Reuben. Had cups of tea from the trolley and chatted enjoyably all the way to Victoria, he seems well and enjoying his new baby Aubrey, and pleased the other three boys seem to like him too.
Tubed to Embankment and then walked through St Martins and by the side of the British Museum through Russell Square and up to Tavistock Square, where there is a bust of Virginia Woolf. As somebody said on Radio 4 recently, the Bloomsbury group lived in squares and loved in triangles.
I felt elevated walking in the warm, autumnal sunlight. Feeling a magical surge of cheer in Russell Square watching the pigeons plump up in the fountain, and passing a man meditating in the morning light. One of those moments when you feel protected and taken care of, which left me with an afterglow all day.
A long day and evening finishing my scripts for their pitch. Pat and the FB have asked me to help them pitch it on Monday.
Late drink with Pat and Chloe a young and talented illustrator and Chris a likeable Geordie visualiser in a pub called The Intrepid Fox. It was a heavy metal pub, full of hairy people and raucous music. Even the walls seemed to be tattooed. Blending in in comfortable slacks and a fleece was tricky, but it was good to have a gossip with Pat.
Arrived at Brighton at 11:30. Managed to persuade the closing Chinese takeaway to give me a few scraps, and headed happily home.
Below Russell Square, and Chris in the Intrepid Fox.
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