under another sun

Awake early and had to get up. L dozed happily in the bed with the sun streaming through the Velux windows onto the bed. I did some work on the opera project Matt and I are talking about.  Eventually up and had a belly-busting brunch. Off then to make the most of the sunshine. It is a passingly rare thing that we get a bank holiday in the UK when it isn't hosing down. L and I headed inland while the motorway was choked with people coming to Brighton. But even some of the narrow country lanes were jammed with traffic, so we abandoned our plan to head to a specific place and found ourselves stopping by a roadside and plunging into some woods. As we walked on we discovered this was part of St Leonard's forest - the destination of the dragon walk that Anton and I had done for three days along the river Arun a few years ago. At one point we neared a golf tee. The crack of their shots loud in the trees we threaded through silent as chubby elves. A lovely walk accompanied by brigh...

Cats, forests and tittles Lorraine drove us to the vet with three disgruntled, and vocal cats for various check ups. The vet now thinks Calliope is two weeks younger than first thought. She still teething, which has made her glands swell up, and put her off her food, which is what had concerned me. The waiting room is infused with relaxing cat pheromones, so Calliope swanked about investigating the waiting room and store room, while Lorraine's cats were given jabs. The receptionist/veterinary nurse is very friendly, and locked the front door so she could safely explore. She returned slightly cobwebbed from under a large fridge, and I was told that if she wanted employment as a duster, she could come again. In the afternoon drove north to St Leonard's forest with Anton. The temperature was a couple of degrees colder than in Brighton, and the trees and fields were rimed with frost as soon as we had got through the downs. Parked at The Dragon in St Leonard's Forest (where we h...