Monk's vegetables

Up at seven and on with A Guernsey Double. The second glasshouse poem going well. Also practicing my lines for This concert. Calliope unimpressed, and generally fractious because of rain. Under an umbrella, headed off to my usual cafe and worked there, drying out, and sipping Americanos for a couple of hours. Then a stroll to the pier in sudden sun, the sea whipped up and the flags horizontal and snapping in the gale.

Spoke to Bob who was staying overnight in Oxford, and to Lorraine who called around to collect her keyboard to help her learn her alto parts. A monkish day. Looking forward to cooking a chicken all day, but when I retrieved it from the fridge it was really badly off, despite having only bought it a few days ago. Stir fried Quorn and vegetables again.

Below views from a windy pier. As ever, click them to enlarge.