under another sun

Monday, and a cheeriness about not having to do any thinking about concepts. I got up early and did a smidge of writing, reading throughout the day, and then met Robin for a chat and to do some recording. Robin has some lurgy, but has to sing in a concert at the weekend. Vocally we both sound a bit ropey.   A burst of garden work. Another bout of wrestling with the vengeful buddleia bush with its root system like the nazi underground hospital in Guernsey. The buddleia is still winning. I went for a walk in the afternoon, just picking a direction from home and walking in a straight line up the alley nearby onto Carlton Road a road and then more alleys then across a field. There was a road the other side of the field, called Grand Avenue and continuing the straight line I had been walking led to St Andrew's Church at Bishopstone. I must have been walking what remained of an old drove path. Then I walked down to the sea walked back home, adding a circuit of The Salts, a recreation gro...

Sunday and Lorraine and I up and working in the back garden. I made war on buddleia pruning a big stand of the stuff near the summer house harshly.  I hope buddleia don't hold grudges. Then worked on uprooting a huge bush. An exhausting struggle, with me having to leave off with the bush victorious. It isn't over.    At lunchtime we collected Adele and Patrick and drove off to Newhaven where we had a decent Sunday roast in the Hope Inn which overlooks the mouth of Newhaven Harbour.  Patrick and Adele are great company. Adele has another show in the Crypt, where some of her glass will be based on the striped legs on the Duke of York's cinema. Patrick told us the story about a gig his band Polar Moon played, when they were supporting U2, when the nascent supergroup played a gig in Ballina in the west of Ireland. Apparently, the locals unimpressed by the attitude of these Dubliners who fancied themselves, the crowd were shouting for local band Polar Moon fifteen minutes...