under another sun

A couple of walks this afternoon, the second of them in and around the hill fort. A glorious day. While doing so I was sliding back and forth in time while listening to the end of  The Time Machine , which I had first read it when I was about twelve. I'm not sure if I have read it much after that. Lots I had forgotten, an interesting and influential story. Worked otherwise endlessly editing my own story. I have accepted this is going to take a while, but I feel certain now I am improving the story as I work, which is a good feeling. Based on comments from the editor, I have looked for similar problems in the text and have found them. Fixing these is really making the story sing. Slow but good work. Broke off to watch the second half of a documentary about the rise of NeoCon Fascism in the USA, and those who oppose it. My story -- against that sort of thing -- is well timed I think. Salad tonight. I weighed myself and am still losing weight which is good. Lorraine having a trick...

Another gorgeous day -- and frighteningly we've now started the second half of the year. Got up had muesli and made a short list and got working on the children's book. In the afternoon I mooched about around Hollingbury Hill and bits of woodland there. There is something healing to the soul about walking in woods. It is certainly an antidote to editing the same text for the 100th time. Listening to The Time Machine for part of my walk. I had to give up on First Men on the Moon, as I found it strangely unlistenable. TTM far better. But there were big sections of  the walk, especially in the woods, where I just pulled out my ears and listened instead to the wind in the trees and the birds, and thought that life is sweet. Home and back to work. Salmon and salad tonight. L and I press on. This is not a diet, it is a way of life. L and I reading in bed tonight -- I'm on Arthur Machen still.  Below, the pond near the hill fort.  I had completely forgotten its existen...