Walking on clouds

Up early this morning. Caroline was going to come around to do personal training with Lorraine, but cancelled due to a heavy cold. I however was picked up by Brian, who drove us off to Friston Forest for a hour's forest walk. Marley shooting about collecting sticks. Lots to chat about, and Brian pausing as ever over the valley in contemplation. I always enjoy Brian's company. 

Home for more coffee, and a bit of desk work, and even looked at a poem. Also popped out to get a passport photo taken.

To Brighton, where I bought some trainers designed for feet that tend to over pronation. Having researched my own feet using chat GTP, I strode authoritatively into Runnersneed and soon was slipping on a pair of ASICS GT 2000 14's and it was like treading on clouds.

A quick cup of tea in a cafe, and a bit of a scribble and began a new instagram page for my assorted scribbles. Then to The Evening Star where Anton and Oskar arrived just after me. Excellent to see Oskar. He's preparing for Milan, and was off to the gym. He is genuinely interesting  about fashion and clothes design and so on. The lad has his head screwed in. Anton on good form too, although he really needs a parrot to go with his crutch. Oskar left for the gym after a couple of cokes, and Anton and I sloped off to a new pizza place that has opened in Jubilee Square. Decent pizza, then we mooched off to The Prince Albert where much breeze was shot.  

Fond farewells with Anton. Hopped on the train and by Seaford it had turned very fresh if not outright cold. Hurried home, having walked a decent 17 thousand paces. Lorraine home from her book group. Boofed into bed later, pleased I don't have to work tomorrow.

Below a passport snap, and two geezers in the Prince Albert. I was trying to do a model face, as recommended by Oskar. It looks a lot better on him.