under another sun

A glorious Spring day. Up early, Lorraine doing rhymetime. Amanda here for painting and decorating. I did assorted bits of writing and admin for a couple of hours before, unable to concentrate much, I headed off to the gym. On the way back I met Lorraine with Patrick and Maureen in Pomegranate for lunch. They are very friendly in there, and excellent with older folk. I wolfed down a very passable sourdough with smashed avocado and a bit of smoked salmon. After I crossed the road with Maureen to Specsavers, staying on to translate the incomprehensible phrases the young Specsavers woman was saying to Maureen. 'Are they alright for yourself on the bridge' etc.  I left her entering Peacocks saying she was going to spend money. And went home and made snail's progress on the big poem. Lorraine off to pottery tonight, delighted to be throwing clay on a wheel. I had a chilled evening.   Below, blue skies and Blatchington Pond on the way to the gym.

Imagine A stormingly good morning's work on my manuscript, after a good night's sleep. I am delighted with the way things are progressing - the poems are now fitting together like pieces in a jigsaw. After this morning, I know what the picture is on the lid, and can see what needs to be done. It is working better than I had hoped. Off in the afternoon, feeling exceedingly pleased with myself, for a breath of air. A bright and beautiful day, and walked down to the sea as normal. The thousands of pieces of wood are still there, but this being Brighton people are beginning to do things with them, such as make huge words from them, or wigwam, or a wooden phallus. Wandered onto the pier and watched a gull snatching chips from a woman's hand and other pier life. Sophie was working in Brighton this afternoon. We had a drink in The Saint James pub, and then a cheeky early evening meal in a restaurant called Pomegranate, where they happened to be playing Greek music which put Sophie...