Weird and Eerie

Slightly more energy today. A wee bit of writing, before Lorraine went off with her walking heads today, and Yvonne came around this morning, and drove us off to Newhaven in her mini car, where we had a cup of coffee on the Harbourside in the sunshine from a cafe called the Mamoosh Riverside. She told me in some detail about having had a splinter of glass in her eyeball, which had my toes curling. Lovely to see her however. 

Once home, I wrote for a few hours till my still not fully functioning brain needed a break. Had a short walk down to the sea and popped into Morrisons momentarily.  

Feeling suddenly antsy this evening, I walked Lorraine to her book group, and then bought a pint of Director's bitter in the Cinque Ports pub. Reading a book-length essay called The Weird and the Eerie by Mark Fisher, which was quite entertaining and discussed H.G.Wells's The Door in the Wall which is one of my favourite stories (and I have a poem loosely based on it in the Mariscat handful). 

Walked back through town, listening to the lovely sound of church bells ringing from the tower of St Leonard's church. As I walked past, I could see, through a leaded window, someone pulling a bell rope. A glimpse of something timeless.  I stopped in Steamworks to read another chapter, and sip another beer. Then home, and Lorraine back some time later. All good.