A long lunch

Woke up this morning and immediately went to my desk to start writing a good first draft of a poem. I like it when you wake up and something insists on being written. 

Later Janet and Lesley come around for lunch. We had a lovely time, they looked at the garden with interest, and Lorraine cooked flatbreads and we had little bits of buffet style food, and cups of tea and generally talked for hours. All very relaxed and fascinating to hear about the book that Janet is now working on drawing again on a family archive and a well travelled ancestor. Fond farewells with Janet and Lesley, who I liked very much, now that I've got to know her better. She swims regularly in the sea at Seaford, so I shall keep my eyes peeled.