under another sun

Training up through the morning mists to London again. Another sunny day spent in the umbra of an office. Off at lunchtime to Kitty's again for a takeaway tray of Thai niceness. Listening to Mervyn Peake's Titus Groan , as an audiobook. Such an original and brilliant writer, unlike anyone else in English. Interesting too because he lived in Sark, and I have briefly met his three children at the Guernsey literary festival last year. Home rather frayed, despite a comparatively smooth journey. Lucky to have some food waiting for me. Beth back with Laura, whose unmistakably eyelashed car was parked outside. Packed and got myself as humanly ready as possible for Michel's stag do this weekend. Lorraine and I both tired; an early night.

Taking stock First day back from Guernsey, and plenty to be getting on with. I am having a major re-think of my cyber presence... As there is too much and it's all too complicated. I spent most of the day and night sorting these out. Typically my weight peaked in Guernsey when there were cameras and people looking at me, so I am now back on a much more rigourous diet. Mostly however I think a few days where Richard and I managed a BBC radio appearance and three poetry readings. It was excellent to work with Richard as usual. It it's good to approach these things with a friend whose work you admire. Additionally I did my two Skelton Yawngrave sessions, a poetry cafe reading and some protracted networking and with the best part of 160 Skelton Yawngrave stories now in the island's schools. Thanks to the Guernsey Literary Festival I arrive home full of a revived interest in poetry, in Mervyn Peake, in the poetry of Caroline Carver, the singing of Olivia Chaney and much much mo...