under another sun

Up and off early today. Cheery goodbyes from the folks at La Barbarie, and a last Guernsey Breakfast. A nice, friendly cab driver and dropped off in good time at the airport. Very sad to see Guernsey slip away underwing. A jet on the way home, and a decent flight. Big fluffy clouds building into towers here and there. A woman in the row behind us talking continuously to her child, in an unbelievably piercing voice. I noticed her talking first from right across the airport lounge, and I could hear her from a hundred yards away as we walked in the corridor towards the little domestic flights carousel room at Gatwick. I was pleased to get out of earshot. Home easily, as we had parked the car at Gatwick. Home and found Pat and Maureen there, all looking sunburned having fallen asleep on deckchairs on the pier. Maureen said she was hypnotised to sleep by the i360 going up and down. Home and we decided to go to some gardens with Pat and Maureen. Drove to the Sussex Prairie gardens, but...

Bumping Back to Blighty today. Up early and said a fond farewell to Jane. After coffee, Richard and I stopped nearby and stood in the driving rain again, before clambering back into Richard's van with wet dogs, and driving off to the airport. Sad to say goodbye, but we both felt that we had accomplished a good deal. Astounded in Guernsey Airport by the staff in the little cafe. Nobody there but it took twenty minutes to be served. All too soon hurtling into thick clouds and the pilot warning about bumpiness. Nervously quaffed a can of beer at the earliest opportunity, reflecting on what is now 50 years of turbulence hating. The trouble with these little prop planes is they do not climb above the clouds. Home and into some French work. Thunder this afternoon, but the house still standing and Calliope and fish all smiling. Spoke to Mum, and worked on poems all evening, apart from when Lorraine came by to collect Beth's belongings. Spoke to Mindy who is coming this weekend, which ...