under another sun

Lorraine off to Rhymetime this morning. I got on with trying to finalise the full poetry MS, and did a little more of the edit. Dived at by the bastard gull on the roof, going straight for my head and veering off a couple of yards away. It's hard not to take it personally, as it ignores Lorraine. To Joy and Jim for a cup of afternoon tea. Joy had a sort of cherry sponge cake of which I ate two slices like a starving dog. Lovely couple and a cheery chat. Lorraine talking lots about pottery, and they have lots of pottery in their house too. Joy is going to have a second hip replacement soon, so we are going to keep Jim topped up with milk and cakes while she is recovering nearby.  Home and I called Mum. She had a horrible day of getting herself in a tangle talking to the US Social Security people, and having to hold on for hours and not have her call returned and so on. She said she also made a payment, which I didn't understand and she couldn't explain. Eventually she found ...

A day mostly to my own devices, as Lorraine off to her personal trainer, an afternoon of chat with Helen, and then to the pottery studio in Eastbourne.   I spent the day working on my poetry collection -- working title Did This Happen?  -- which is the complete poems about memory and its reliability and so on. Filled a gap this morning where a poem was wanted, by working up an fragment which seemed to fit. Printed the full MS out, with this new poem in it, and realised I'm not happy still with the order of the last few poems. Much exasperated head scratching, and puzzling. Eventually I went to the gym instead for a decent work out.  Also I began editing the podcast interview with Will Harris, which is in better shape than I had imagined.  A chat with Mum, she seems not to have been paid her US pension this month as usual. I am not seeing her tomorrow, but said I will be up on Monday to help her sort it out. Tired by the end of the day, physically and mentally. Below ...

A relaxed breakfast, kippers today, watching a video of Enzo playing enthusiastically with his wonderful new toys sent by Romy and Toby. It is perfect for where he is developmentally, with balls, and little spiral tracks, and flippy two-way doors and so on. Debbie contacted me saying she could teach me the grouting technique she uses on her stained glass, which removes the need for lead.  I spent an hour writing, and Lorraine did some piano practice, then we, with Lorraine at the Vanguard, turned into an unstoppable gardening machines.  Hefting sacs of compost, and sweltering in the green house potting up tomatoes, planting cucumbers into their summer beds, stringing canes, repotting cacti, and chillies and all kinds of things. Having to scatter snail pellets as the cucumber seedlings in the greenhouse have been slaughtered by them Later planting out celeriac, leeks and so on. I repaired briefly to the gym. Lorraine still working steadily on my return, so I joined in with more...

A properly rainy day today, even in Seaford, which is a miracle.  After breakfast, and a bit of piano playing, and tinkering with the new 'Interlude' section of the full manuscript.   Lorraine and I drove off to Ceramics South East, held at the The Clay Studio at Herons Ghyll, featuring leading potters from Sussex, Kent and Surrey. It was full of amazing work, and we enjoyed mooching about talking to the potters, all of whom were seriously accomplished. An incredible array of excellent work. The only thing which I don't like much are the animals, pottery dogs etc. even when done expressively, leave me cold. Lorraine, a beginning potter, mooched about absorbing information and ideas and talking enthusiastically to people. She came away with some tools, a glaze, and a signed copy of a book about glazing. The site was in the middle of the countryside, and it was supposed to have been an open air event, but it had been moved inside. Nice coffee there too.  Then to Paradise Pa...

A happy Friday, doing some actual writing this morning, which is very nice. To the gym at lunchtime, when Lorraine zoomed off to take Pat and Maureen fish and chips. I am enjoying being in the gym again. I am using my decades old neoprene knee support, which stops my knee clicking when I trundle on the cross trainer. I was reflecting that my knee support is probably over twice the age of many of the people around me. I am doing some more weights and upper body stuff, as this isn't currently a pretty sight. I am already beginning to notice a little less flabbiness, and it helps generally with health anxiety. If I can survive a workout, I might be less fragile than I think.   Met Lorraine at Gallery Uno, where Adele is having a show of her work, along with another artist called Liza Morton. I am really thrilled for Adele, who seems to be becoming a really accomplished artist in glass and other media before our eyes. To the Old Boot tonight. Adele and Patrick there for a bit, Chris an...

An Enzo for breakfast. Lorraine zooming off to the get the little lad first thing. I had a busy day, but enjoyed spending time with him in between going to my Life Drawing Class. A decent session this morning, I used coloured pencils and a pleasant woman model. Adele not there this morning as she was laying out her show at Gallery Uno. Sat next between a new bloke John, whose work I think is good, and Kate, who is always very accomplished and free and brilliant. Nice session.  Hurried home to see the wee boy, who has a new tooth and is full of beans generally. In the afternoon off to see Cóilín. When I got there I said I was sorry for her loss and gave her a kiss, and she went very quiet for a bit while the nurse settled me into the seat. But we had a lovely conversation about her dad for ten minutes after the scraping was done. Home and a bit of bouncing Enzo on my knee and then off to Brighton, where I went to the Walrus to see Robin, SJB, Stephen and Antony Mair. We went upstair...

To Hampstead, while Lorraine made off to Rhymetime in the Library. An easy journey this morning. Bumped into Jackie and Felicity from the life drawing class at Lewes, with a bunch of their mates off to see an art show in London. I slipped away and wrote some bits on my laptop. A rainy day, although not so much in Seaford.  Met Mum at a damp Hampstead station, and we repaired to the Old White Bear, in light rain. The shouty but friendly woman was there this time, her voice echoing in the emptiness. A nice chat with mum in our usual corner. They are doing sandwiches there again, and talked about going there with Toby. We shared a giant sourdough one with fish in it, with a side of chips. Mum didn't much enjoy it, but enjoyed the wine. Eventually a few souls crept in out of the rain, but to Mum's disappointment no Parson sighting.  Toddled back to the Hampstead station after a few hours. Fond farewells. A spot of train chaos so I reached home at 6:30. Having listened to a few of ...

Heard some rain overnight. The weather app had promised hours of it, the reality was half an hour or so. I seem to be obsessed with rain these days. There has been so little of it here.   Had a good morning's work. Looking again at the full collection of poems, and putting it aside did me some good, as I saw a couple of rearrangements in the structure that might help it. Mainly I just want it done. Just a few bits in the final section to think about now. Also sent off a couple of poems for the first time since January, though I've not started a new poem for months now.  Lorraine home today, Pat and Maureen altogether better, and her personal trainer in Paris. After writing, I planted up some ground cover plants, using my knee pads, while Lorraine worked on pots, and went to pottery later in the evening. A walk in the evening, a giant thunder cloud to the north. Looking inland, the light was  low and bright, picking houses out against the dark backdrop.  Of the prom...

For the first of the month... Cooler night, and a comparatively wonderful night's sleep. Lorraine and I on the first of the month, in an unhurried fashion. This calm shattered by an alarming call from Maureen about Pat. Lorraine dropped everything mid breakfast and went around to see them. Pat ended the day with antibiotics for a chest infection.  I called Mum a bit later, and arranged to see her on Wednesday, she told me that Steve from the pub had been to Germany on holiday, and had two heart attacks, and was treated in hospital there. I was a  bit shocked to hear, this. He is back home now. Will meet Robin, Stephen B, and SJB on Thursday for a poet's get-together. Slightly put off my stroke this morning, so did mundane tasks: laundry, food shopping and going to the gym. Lorraine home after a full day, cooked a tasty aubergine dish  Watched Babylon 5 this evening, sipping sparkling water. The story arc is genuinely interesting. The weather forecast promises heavy rain o...

In good shape this morning, and commended myself for sensible drinking yesterday.  We began packing up from Pretty Vacant, our room, and made off to have breakfast, the room full of wedding goers in fine fettle. Lorraine and I, arriving late, had smoked salmon, scrambled eggs and toast. Once we'd checked out and loaded up the car. We joined in the efforts with friends and family of Rosie and Innis to take down the arch of branches, and carry things to their car etc. The newly weds were going to stay another night at the Bell.  Their room was called The Love Nest, was round and hobbity, and excellent, with a nest like exterior and once you climbed the stairs a fine terrace. They were going to swap for another one for the night.   Lorraine and I, in no hurry to rush back hung about at the Bell, hung out with Innis and Rosie, and the charming Peter and Sam Kenny. Hugging and saying goodbye to lots of folks. We sat outside under an espaliered tree canopy, had a slow lunch, a ...

So today was the big wedding day. We were woken by an excitable text sent by Rosie at 6am. Luckily Beth, who had been up already, was texting her back from home. A couple of hours later, an excellent breakfast, the breakfast room packed with wedding goers who we talked lots too. Graham pointing out that there was a signed Tracey Emin print nearby. The Bell is full of art, and fascinating posters and objects. A full English breakfast this morning with lots of coffee. I felt a tad hung over from last night, and still making efforts to hydrate as it was extremely hot again.  Much scampering about, Innis looking dapper popping into the room, next to ours, where Eve and her boyfriend Harry were staying. Eve was Innis's best person. Meanwhile in Pretty Vacant, Beth and James and Enzo arrived. All changing into Wedding gear.  I managed to fit into my suit. Lorraine went off to pick up Laura and Adrian from nearby, then we all made off to the room where the ceremony was being held....

Off to Ticehurst this afternoon, to stay at The Bell, where Innis and Rosie are to get married tomorrow. Arrived and found our room, in its own little structure, called Pretty Vacant. A very cool and stylish room. The buildings full of art, prints from Picasso, to signed Tracey Emin prints, while managing to retain a village pub ambience. A marvellous place for a wedding, and just generally to stay. Went outside for a pint in the excellent pub garden. Bloody sweltering again. Drank a nice pint of lager and it instantly went to my dehydrated head. Drank a mix of judicious beers and pints of water from then on, but never quite caught up. Really hot today.  We had a pizza in the beer garden, where we hung out with Simon and Nicky and their son Ted, and said hello to many wedding guests. Rosie and Innis had a family meal and after this was over, I had a final cheeky beer with Innis and Tim before heading back to Pretty Vacant.  Below the pub urinals, snaps in our room

To drawing class this morning, home to Lorraine and Enzo. Had lunch, and played with the baby, then sloped off to the gym for a bit. Late afternoon, I bussed off to Brighton and the Stanley Road store. Patrick and Melissa were giving talks there. Many familiar faces: Adele, Kate and Andrew, Sally and Marek, Debbie, Chris Melissa's husband and Chris and his son, and some friends from art class. All jolly, and the people who ran it talking about their philosophy of joining artist together, as well as my friends, they had a slide show of visual art, to a background of music created by a Polish DJ. I talked to lots of people and came back feeling quite boosted. On the way home, Adele, Patrick and I stopped off at Franco Manca for a cheeky pizza before going home by train to Seaford. Below Patrick and Melissa acquitting themselves excellently. Melissa dressed as Frieda Kahlo, and talking about a fresh start in her work after reviewing an impressive track record. Patrick talking about tr...

Hottest May day in the UK ever, touching 34C in London, though slightly cooler here on the coast. A call for Lorraine from Maureen saying that Patrick had blood in his urine bag and Lorraine had to phone nurses and so on and head round, which she normally does on a Monday. Delores still unwell so did not go round to Pat and Maureen too. We spoke to Mike Sassarini -- to cancel today, but we beat him to the draw, as it was also too hot and difficult for his mum to travel. I felt lethargic in Greek temperatures but with no Ionian to slip into periodically to cool down. Lorraine round at Pat and Maureen. Pat's urine bag returned to normal thankfully -- dehydration can cause these symptoms in older people.  Left to my own devices I caught up with this blog in the garden, till I began to feel too hot. Crept inside and rearranged some clothing draws, tidied up my study, hung washing on the line... Did lots of small jobs requiring little or no gusto or vim. Called Mum to see how she was do...

Woke up wanly on the gold sofa. A lively night with Enzo waking up at 1.10 am, too hot and with a nasty cough. Lorraine looked after him brilliantly, we took him downstairs where it was a bit cooler, and opened up the windows. Lorraine got him soothed and asleep after about two hours, put him down again and he woke up crying right away. Eventually we had all the windows wide open, stripped the bed, and I slept on the gold sofa finally getting to sleep again after four, but with a new found respect for Beth and James and people with babies generally. Some of the teenagers next door went out and sat in their inflatable pool making lots of noise from 6am, which, with the windows all open was tiresome. Breakfast with Lorraine and the lovely boy Enzo, who looked bright despite everything. Breakfast interspersed with Lorraine and I pushing lego cars on the table top while he wriggled with pleasure.  I chatted with Delores, and medicined her with Dioralyte sachets. She perked up enough to...

Up early and after breakfast completed a substack post, about J.H. Prynne.   I then surged into the garden and given that it was the year's hottest day, Lorraine and I worked hard moving stones and planting plants near the wildlife pond, where Lorraine saw mature tadpoles a day or so again. At this point Lorraine attempted to murder me. I'd patted in some heuchera plants, and popped away. Lorraine put the hose on the area. When I stepped back to finish the job, but the ground had become of quicksand, and I sank at least eight or nine inches and fell over, losing my garden shoe and becoming covered in mud. Lorraine seemed sorry I hadn't fallen into the pond too.  Lunch in the garden. Delores still in bed recovering upstairs, after being ill on Friday and coming to ours to recover. Enzo brought round by Beth, and a good deal of time playing with him. I got a few good chuckles out of him, winking at him absolutely delighted him. I went out to collect a prescription for Delor...

Up early again, and writing first thing. A gorgeous hot day. Sloped off to the gym where I finished listening to When You Are Engulfed In Flames another of collection of David Sedaris's stories. I enjoy his autobiographical anecdotes which seem polished to perfection. A man hogging the lat pull machine, who walked around the edge of the gym, before doing yet another set. I noticed, in a very Sedaris way, that he was bulky about the arms so I said nothing, even though that is the one machine that helps sort my back out.  Tried to arrange meeting up with Anton tomorrow, but he is unwell. Home, and a shower, off to Stratheden court with Lorraine, to pick up Pat and Maureen and meet Maxine and Simon just by Frankie's beach cafe.  Maureen rather critical of my wheelchair technique. Lovely to see Max and Simon again, and they were very affectionate with Maureen. Lorraine and Pat, sporting a nifty Spitfire cap, joined us shortly after and we had a quick drink then went for a saunter...

Up early writing, then made breakfast. Robin popped around this morning with a box of deluxe Brownies that our last guest on Planet Poetry Mara Bergman had sent to her. A lovely thought. Robin, looking super trim and doing lots of keep fit lately, simply had one piece leaving five. I shared one with Lorraine and it was so incredibly delicious, that I simply had to have another one, and make Lorraine eat another too. Mad sugar rush. We had the last two in the afternoon, and I felt that any attempt to control my food intake was doomed from that point. Robin also left me a copy of her A Guide to Getting Your Poems Published which is selling like hot cakes. Off then to drawing class, where I feel I am getting nowhere fast, but maybe I just have to enjoy it and not look for progress. Lovely to see my friends down there though. Did some light pencil work then added the dense charcoal Anton had bought me to them thus cancelling out anything that was good in the first place. Still, you live a...

Robin dropped off some chocolate brownies this morning, that we had been sent by Mara Bergman, after being interviewed on Planet Poetry. They were delicious but utterly diet destroying. She also gave me copy of her book about getting published in poetry magazines. I also received Tess Jolly's new book, signed by her.  Lorraine collected Enzo first thing, and once I'd come back from an enjoyable drawing class, we went off to an excellent plant nursery with the wee bairn strapped in his baby seat in the back. Being driven usually sends him to sleep. I sat next to him, and I mimed closing my eyes, which he thought was hilarious.