under another sun

Woke up early, despite this being the first day of Lorraine's hols (although she did do some work). I had just had a dream, where the entire plot of a short Christmas animation had played out in my head. Simply got dressed, had a cup of tea and wrote it down for the next hour and a half. Then took Mrs Kenny a nice cup of tea. Dawn arrived to work on the bathroom and bedroom upstairs. Lorraine got up and we had breakfast. Then I had a long conversation with Robin. This done, and a bite of lunch had, Lorraine and I zoomed off to Lidls at Whitehawk, facemarks on, where we returned the two bottles that had been sold to us with their protective caps still on. This a palaver, as they had never encountered this before, especially as we were now trying to return them. Lorraine had been given two bottles of nice gin in the last week, and Beth had told us the rum we had bought 'tastes like arse' as she had bought one recently. It took a phone call and the summoning of a manger bu...

Lorraine and my B&B is called Orinsay, and we had a good night’s sleep. Reading Jung in bed and his discussion of synchronicity and coincidence. Breakfast was delicious and even included haggis alongside local sausages, eggs, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes.   All ingredients excellent. Lorraine and I chatting to Ian, a pal of Craig and Mel’s who was staying at Orinsay too. He mentioned Strand on the Green where Matt, Graeme and Kate live (and I lived for many years) and I happened to glance above his head and noticed that the painting above his head was of Strand on the Green and Kew Bridge. Quite a coincidence. Lorraine walked in the castle grounds, shopped and later found a cafe for a light lunch. Waiting for Lorraine outside a nosebleed inducing  shop, I turned around and realised I was looking at the shop of Gordon Caris who mends watches and clocks, the shop only opens two days a week, Thursdays and Fridays and was empty as today was a Saturday. Gordon Cari...