In the Crypt again

Pleasantly creaky from yesterday's walk up Seaford Head. I need to do more walking again now that I haven't renewed in the gym, and you see loads more than staring at a wall while on the cross trainer. 

Otherwise something approaching a perfect little day. Up fairly early, had breakfast with Lorraine, who then zoomed off to do rhyme time at the library, and then go around to her pal Helen's house. I meanwhile phoned mum then completed a good draft of my new horror story, I'm currently calling The Emptiness. Quite pleased with it, and it is an interesting scenario around wearing a giant rabbit suit in a farm shop. I based it on a job Beth had once in Kent.

Then a late lunch. A spot of pottering in the garden, and Lorraine preparing dhal. A little before six Lorraine and I walked to The Crypt, where the Last Minute Artists were having a show. Adele one of these, and she was exhibiting some fabulous Punch and Judy themed glass. The crocodile eating sausages was inspired. 

Palo also exhibiting, and I'd been invited to talk with her about our collaboration, and read the wee poems in the pamphlet -- which I did. In essence what I said that whenever you put your head above the parapet as an artist of any kind, you never know what's going to happen. Also as a visitor you never know that something you will see might move you. And our wee pamphlet was the product of that. As soon as I began speaking everyone moved away from me, which was quite funny. I think it all went well. Kate and Andrew were there too. Andrew joking if he knew I was there he wouldn't have bothered. Lots of nice chats with the artists. Met Palo's husband Martin too, who I liked immediately.

Home and we ate dhal and rice and chicken, watching, for the second time, the last episode of The Orville. I wish the'd make another series. A cheery day.

Below me and Palo, after everyone had moved away. You can just see a tiny bit of Lorraine's hand on the right.