On learning things about bog oak

Got up early and spent the morning prepping an interview I am going to do next Monday with Ruth Padel, rereading the poems formulating questions, and listening to a recent broadcast on R4 she was on. This done by one o'clock. Spoke to Anton this morning. Will see him next week all being well.

Lorraine and I rearranged the living room for winter, we also fiddled with radiators, some don't seem to work despite twiddling the twisty things. 

A good chat with Toby this afternoon too. He's feeling more settled in D.C. and looking forward to some holidays.

Then off to Lewes this evening, and starting a book called Feline Philosophy by John Grey that Catherine and Tanya bought me. A philosophy book about cats. Purrfect. 

Sauntered up the hill at Lewes to the Lewes Arms where I met Mark. We were soon joined by his friend Keith A Pettit, who Lorraine and I are fans of, and I have a print by him over my desk Lorraine bought me as a present. I found him a deeply interesting guy. At one point, talking about his wood prints, she said how a block of wood prints solid black but how every mark he makes adds light. Also fascinating talking about bog oak he found and the joy of making sculptures from the wood that has lain underground for thousands of years. 

Keith had a couple of Guinness zeros and made off. Mark and I slipped next door to have a pizza, and an absolute bloody final in The Rights of Man. Lewes is blessed with boozers. An easy ride home, and soon back with Lorraine on the gold sofa.