Up and over

Felt really happy this morning. We got up early on a sunny day, and had breakfast and after a bit of gardening and other bits, climbed up South Hill Road with Lorraine, to the Barn and then down to the Coastguard Cottages at Hope Gap. We saw two exhibitions there, one with Palo Almond's work in it, and the other a smaller collection mainly done by people whose family were associated with that house. A gorgeous day to begin with, Spitfires flying overhead at one point as we were walking down to get the view of Seven Sisters but suddenly cooling a bit and looking cloudy. Had a chat with Palo, who I sent an email to later, with a poem sparked by her paintings.  

Then we skirted the coast for a bit, before walking away from the coast up a little wooded valley, which was beautiful and took us back to the Barn again. I am gradually exploring Seaford head in my own weird way. Lorraine loved it there, and we noticed loads of sloes there which might be amazing for some sloe gin. While we were walking, we were congratulating ourselves for having moved to such a lovely area.

Felt like we had a good day walking by the time we got back to the car in the streets below. Home and I had a doze. Lorraine made an amazing dhal which we had with chicken.

We made off to Seaford Little Theatre, to the Seaford Sessions where we saw a band called Old Baby Mackerel, down a member with Covid, two guys and a woman from Bristol and were doing bluegrass and American folk. We were late and unable to sit next to each other. The band were good, and personable, but unfortunately we don't really like that kind of music much, and after an hour of it, at half time, we melted away for the comforts of home. 

Looking back a Seaford toddling up South Hill Road, and in the venue for the art exhibition where we sat on the terrace having a coffee, overlooking the sea. The view from outside the studio of the potter who rents the place. And, doubling back towards Seaford, an installation on the clifftop by the excellent local artist Keith Pettit whose prints I love, and a snap in the little wooded valley.