under another sun

Somewhat delicate first thing and in need of much water. A peaceful day punctuated by popping into the garden to water things. There has been decent rain in the UK lately, but very little has reached Seaford. Lorraine and I harvested some large cucumbers and radishes bigger than golf balls today... Tasty too. Unusually, however, quite a bit of the day was given over to watching the Wimbledon Men's final with Pat and Maureen. It was quite an epic battle. By the fifth set, needed to move, I popped out to water the courgettes and add buckets of rainwater into the fishpond and other pressing tasks, but returned for the last few games where Djokovic who has won the tournament many times (and who Maureen wanted to win) was overcome by Alcaraz, a twenty year old Spanish pretender to his throne. An epic encounter.  Maureen had wanted Ons Jabeur to win the ladies yesterday, but as Jabeur was beaten by an unseeded whippersnapper, Maureen grumpy about both games. A peaceful evening, eating he...

Up and writing early again on my own writing -- mainly poetry this morning, I am focusing on one part of one particular manuscript. Because of course, being me, I have two manuscripts in development at the same time. It was also a Podcast day, so there were a few bits and pieces to be done on that. The new episode features Robin's interview with Greta Stoddart, I got a chance to talk about my old pal Richard Fleming too which pleased me. Also Val in Paris got in touch for a cheeky dab of work tomorrow. Lorraine and I meditated again. This is clearly a good habit to return to. I have not regularly meditated for years, and it is so simple and beneficial, I need to have my brains checked about why I haven't been doing it. Lorraine is liking it too.  A quick afternoon saunter into glorious Seaford. A lifeboat and helicopter over the sea, and I read later that the turning tide and north wind had rushed two local people out to sea on an inflatable. Within minutes they were mere spec...