under another sun

Otherwise Lorraine and I drove to Newhaven Fort again, conducted through the the rebuilding works by the same charming Polish builder, and picked up our framed pictures. These done very well by a man called John who also does framing for the Towner Gallery sometimes, so if it's good enough for them it's good enough for us. Popped into Lidl on the way back and then I spent the afternoon doing bits of faffing about and other stuff. The final podcast till October went live today at 4pm. I was immediately beset by a host of insecurities and cringing as I read three of my own poems in it.  Then to Brighton to see a well-looking Anton, we'd not met up since the beginning of June and I'd missed him. He'd been on a couple of much needed holidays. Lots to catch up on, and Anton had lots of amazing photos of his camino walk, and the Tories being stuffed in the election and so on. The coast of northern Spain looks green and gorgeous. We were heading to a pub where they served ...

Up early this Monday morning, and working on What's Inside , my latest horror short story. In the afternoon Lorraine and I drove off to Newhaven Fort . It is closed to the public, being besieged by builders, but weirdly there is a picture framing business inside it that stubbornly remains open. We had to be walked through the site by a pleasant Polish builder, who told us they were, among other stuff, repointing all the brickwork in the fort. His building site English amused me.  Let me move this fucking stuff out the way, he said politely clearing our path.  He pointed us to framer behind an unmarked door, where he had his studio. We took some pieces to be framed by him, he came recommended. We strolled for little bit around the castle grounds which leads to a costal path I might take one day. Then I spent the rest of the afternoon in my study moving books around, and chatting with Lorraine who was finishing a lined bag with embroidery on it which looked very smart. She ...