More forest

Up early this morning. Tom arrived this morning, a burst of cheeriness first thing. He is down to see Pat and Maureen. I had to make my excuses, however and zoom off with Brian to walk in Friston Forest, with Marley the dog sprinting about with a stick in her mouth most of the time. Another gorgeous day, walking through the autumnal forest and its carpet of yellow beech leaves. Excellent and rather profound chat with Brian. While we were walking along he found his black case for his earphones, lost two weeks ago. Amazing he could see them on the forest floor. He said I was his good luck charm.

Then we drove briefly to East Dean, where there was a small and very middle class market. He bought some venison. I almost bought some venison sausages as the prices didn't look too dear (arf). Then we popped back to see Yvonne, who had her grandson Sebastian with her. Last time I saw him (last Christmas I think) he was a baby, but now he is a little boy. I feel I understand babies a bit better now.

Home and Sywia still at work. I crept up to my study and tinkered. Also phoned Mum to talk her through the tax stuff I'd sent her. And enjoying reading about Chelsea's glorious defeat of Barcelona last night.

Lorraine came home with very glamorous hair having visited Paul in Hove. Smooth and silky.  A quietish afternoon. Finished off my paces, and read a book of poetry by Niall Campbell for the second time, and also a story by M.R. James. I have been going around telling people I have read M.R.James before, but actually I must only have read one or two stories.

The only picture of two days walking in the forest that I can show is this. Which is a look out from the edge of the forest to another arm of the forest.