A passport to Autumn

A cheery day, though I can't seem to settle to much in the way of writing at the moment. However, my passport was delivered today in record time. Obviously one of the so dark blue it's black UK ones, instead of the EU burgundy. Still mustn't grumble.

Lorraine off to Carline for personal training, and then went off to try a spot of Acupuncture. The woman who gave it to her had a lot to say about spleens, and how the spleen doesn't like cold food.

Listening to How To Make Your Brain Your Best Friend, by the neuroscientist Rachel Barr as I walk. It is excellent, clear and and practical.  In Seaford Cemetery I was taking a snap of a path, when a woman driving through, stopped and asked if I was local. I guess she thought I was there to look at the commonwealth graves. I said I was and we had a friendly chat, and told me her family had lived here for years, and there were lots of her family here. Otherwise a lovely walk, a very warm autumn day. I am loving the idea I can experience October properly and being outside. October for me is reminiscent of great poetry, and storytellers like Ray Bradbury.  

On my roundabout way home, I passed a nearby street, Beacon Road, now lined with St.George's flags on every flagpole. It made me feel angry and defensive. I went home and reported it to the local council, but you have to do it online and of course there is no report fascism button. I submitted it under vandalism. 

In the afternoon off to meet Robin in Lewes. At the station, her train delayed by trespassers on the line. We sauntered up to The Elephant and Castle, where we texted Charlotte who popped in too. Great to have a long gossip with Robin and Charlotte. Robin had hand-made a beautiful little pamphlet called yo-yo.

Home to butternut and chickpea curry made by Lorraine. All well. Walked almost eight and a half miles today. 

Below the fruits of what I think is a loquat tree in the cemetery.