Fortified

Tired and inclined to hibernation. Poor Lorraine up and pushing off to work early. I did a pretty decent day's work and have a good list of purposeful things to do. I also wrote to Clare to tell her how much I had enjoyed The Missing List. In the afternoon, I took a stroll around Hollingbury Hillfort. Bracing and quite windy, but not (for the time being) raining. Also wrote to the editor of Butcher's Dog who forwarded me an email they supposedly sent in July rejecting my poem, which never made it into my inbox.

There is a little path on top of the low wall of the hill fort, and I took some snaps there.