The season of poets

A call from Lorraine first thing this morning. The cats wanting food. I had a good day's work today, and broke it up with a long walk listening to my book about octopuses. I'm a sucker for it. Did some scraping today too. Spoke to Beth while walking through some woody bits by the side of the golf course, and then down and through the park. Bright day, with lovely autumnal smells in the air. I love this time of year. It is the season of poets. 

Otherwise, the luxury of tinkering with poems, and eating the apple crumble Lorraine left for me. Also rescheduling the poetry reading for Wednesday 25th October, and not 2019. A quiet and blameless night indoors sipping tea and sparkling water. Missing Lorraine.