under another sun

Up early and working by eight, sent off the animal work, and continued work on the other new brief. All day on this, pausing only to eat leftover risotto. Lorraine out with Cath this morning, and pottering about this afternoon. Late in the day received feedback from the animal work, and it resulted in a rather tricky conversation with the client, who was very stressed and had opposite ideas of how the brief should be interpreted to mine. As I absolutely stand by what I sent, this may prove to be a short-lived new client. Dampened my evening somewhat. However Lorraine and I drove speedily off to the Hove seafront to catch the last rays of the setting sun down by the sea, cold but lovely to see. Lorraine making more muffins tonight, with pumpkin seeds, rosemary, honey, and cubes of butternut squash.  Betty and I watched an entertaining documentary about a chicken and chips joint in Clapham. Lorraine and Beth finishing the vast beetle jigsaw tonight. They immediately started on a ...

A day stolen from Summer Trace came down to Brighton today, and we spent the day walking about in the unnaturally perfect day. The sky utterly cloudless and blue, the light bright and perfect. We went onto the Pier and went on the Ghost Train, which was feeble but funny: banging into small chambers full of screaming plastic monsters and so on. Then another go on the bumper cars, and then on the horses of the merry-go-round. I have been feeling a bit queasy for the last couple of days, and the rides were making me feel like doing a Linda Blair from the Exorcist. Trace also went on a twisting evil thing too, which I declined. Having worked up an appetite this way we went back into town and sat outside (!) for lunch. Then a long walk down by the sea, Trace eating eating handfuls of fudge and a hot doughnut. I took lots of photos because of the beauty of the light. Eventually, as the sun set beautifully, we went back into town and went to The Mock Turtle for a cream tea, and a piece of Wel...