under another sun

The joy of going into the garden before breakfast and picking a bowl of fresh blueberries to have with yoghurt, and assorted nuts and seeds. Otherwise, picking up the pieces, chatting to mum, laundry and so on. Lorraine on her rounds seeing Pat and Maureen, and Beth and wanting to squeeze little baby Enzo. Everyone okay and very pleased to see her.   Breakfast blueberries, and some Kenny farm apples; a glimpse into the glasshouse where there were cucumbers and a glut of tomatoes, which I used in a fresh tomato sauce for some pasta tonight.   

Up, eventually, for a breakfast of Kenny farm fried tomatoes and bacon on toast. Rather excellent. Lorraine keen to spend time cross stitching, which finds very soothing, and also when she does it at night, prevents her from playing with her phone, and may be helping her sleep better too. A mooch about Blaker's park this afternoon with Lorraine, and we ducked into the shop she likes at Five ways too.  Lorraine cooked this evening, a pasta sauce with fresh Kenny farm tomatoes. Felt good to just pull our horns in and relax. Watched a lightweight Netflix film tonight, Enola Holmes with sixteen year old Millie Bobby Brown as Sherlock Holmes's kid sister with a detective bent. It was lightweight nonsense, but Millie Bobby Brown has a wonderful screen presence. 

Lorraine getting calls about school, and the pressure for her is on. All I can do is be as supportive as possible. One way today was by proposing a walk at the top of Stanmer woods, which was particularly nice, as there is already (in this mad year) a touch of autumn about the leaves.  We sat in a field looking at the rolling Downs, and the blue sea on the horizon and at times could barely see a soul, and although we drove up to the woods, this is still walking distance from our front door. Living near the edge of town is something I am beginning to treasure. Later in the afternoon, Lorraine did some school work, and I did bits of my stuff, in preparation for meeting Robin (virtually) tomorrow. On my prompting too, Lorraine cooked an Anton's pears, apple and blackberry crumble, which was utterly fine. We also ate a Kenny farm large tomato for breakfast, and some Kenny farm mini potatoes for dinner. These were particularly tasty. We will be continuing our potato experiment next ...

A slightly more tranquil day. Have finally begun to relax and I think I have got in touch with lots of stored tiredness. Lorraine and I dissembled our bed, which had been slowly breaking for some time. The slats holding the bed up have brittle plastic housings, some of which have broken over the years. We then took delivery of a new wooden bed, which we constructed together, with surprisingly little difficulty.  This bed is quite high, Lorraine thinks she may have mismeasured it, however it means that jumping out of bed has never been easier. You simply slide out. Looks good too, being wooden and not brass. A nap in the afternoon, and both felt quite sprightly and much better for it afterwards. Had some dinner outside on the Taverna, which included a good portion of Kenny Farm carrots, grated and done Indian style with a little hot oil and mustard seeds over it. Lovely. Below the last of the little beetroots, and seven multicoloured Kenny Farm carrots, which were delicious. ...