under another sun

A bit sore throaty. But after working for a couple of hours in the morning, took myself for a long and wooded walk through the woods that are around the golf course at Hollingbury. Saw kestrels, and rabbits and generally revelled in being outside, apart from when I walked through a horde of stinging nettles. Home by 11, and I had already almost done my ten thousand paces, and a couple of hours of work. I am mainly thinking laterally at the moment, and coaxing new ideas from my brain. I writing well, more of my new sequence of poems, which I am calling Consolations. I had a completely undisturbed day. Luxury. The final bits of the decking won't be done till next week, Clem told me today, as the joists for the bit running by the side of the house have not been delivered. Reading Genesis in bed. It's a great way to send Lorraine to sleep, especially the bits were the names of sons are listed. I have read it before, obviously. I approach it as ancient literature, like The Epic ...

Woke annoyingly early, encouraged by Calliope, but Lorraine and I lurked abed nevertheless. A bus into town with Lorraine to buy myself a new Berghaus wet top, as the one I left on the train has not been found by lost property. Bloody pricey they are these days, but undeniably useful. I bought the usual petrol blue one. Walked home and then finished off some agency work and spoke to Mum before Lorraine arrived home with blonde hair, which as usual looks longer after visiting the hair dresser than before. Both of us wanted to stay in tonight and just spend time together. We ate a lemon chicken and broccoli recipe that Lorraine made, and later watched a documentary about the group Genesis. Revelling in the peaceful and uneventful.