A stroll along Tide Mills

Catching up somewhat. Had a long chat with Keith this morning. Life as a freelancer is fairly slow. Much of it traceable to Brexit of course -- it is easier for the US pharma countries to do business with a country inside the EU -- which is why my continental clients were the only ones keeping me in business. Unless something genuinely interesting emerges, I feel I am now going to devote myself to doing PK stuff, a bit poorer but much happier.

Listened to Robin's podcast edit, heard from Palo, we have been charging £5 for Snow, and will use the money for charity, MIND being the one we fancy. She thinks she has raised over £200 already. Astonishing. Linda Goulden, one of the writers on the Understory Conversation sent me a note asking for a copy too. Otherwise doing podcast stuff with Robin. Spoke to Mum, who was off to the pub later, and Anton who was at an event in London.

Lorraine had driven off to Ashford and returned with Pat and Maureen early this afternoon. Maureen cheerful to be here. 

In the afternoon a walk down to Tide Mills. Listening to Will's audiobook. I am increasingly impressed with The Cut that Wouldn't Heal. Home to Lorraine having made veggie lasagne which was delicious. Everyone tired early.Lorraine and I reading to each other. Lorraine's turn tonight, a chapter from The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, hard not to fall asleep when being read to.

Below a footpath leading into a field full of frisky bullocks, not one I fancied taking as they all looked a bit challenging as I approached. It's a way the farmers keeping people off the footpaths. The gorgeousness of Mill Creek, and one of the ruined walls of the remnants of the buildings there.