A walk in the forest, and a chat with Charlotte

A good day for me. Up fairly early and tinkering, before breakfast with Lorraine. Actually raining today in Seaford. 

Strapped on my neoprene knee, and Brian collected me for a walk in Friston Forest. Brian had already been for a swim and had been up since six. Always lots to talk about, with Marley the dog zooming after sticks, and we tree bathed in the green light. The earth very dry, although there was some fine rain, and it had been raining overnight a little. I always enjoy how Brian is unafraid to talk about the big stuff, like death and religion and art and so on -- and of course we have a laugh too. 

Collecting Yvonne and Sebastian, Brian then gave me a lift back, before they went off to look at dinosaurs in the afternoon. Lorraine back, and we snatched a bit of lunch together, between rhyme time, and her having to go round to be with Pat and Maureen, as they waited for the nurse to come and sort out his blocked catheter. Poor Patrick had been in some discomfort.

I made off in the afternoon to Lewes to meet Charlotte in The Lewes Arms. Charlotte had thoroughly read Gordon Road, and gave me some detailed and incredibly useful feedback. She was also incredibly encouraging, which is just what I needed.. After this we had another pint of Harveys and discussed matters poetic. It is brilliant to have friends with the poetry affliction.

Below a bit of Friston Forest, with Marley the dog just visible, Brian's spot for prayer and meditation, and the cross in the fields he looks down on, and a photo Charlotte took of us in the Lewes Arms. Boy do I need a haircut.