Edgelands

Writing this morning. Lorraine off to her personal trainer today on a different day because it is half term. Half terms pass with barely a whimper now Lorraine is no longer a head teacher. 

Feel a bit antsy, so took a long walk this afternoon, letting my feet lead me first towards Newhaven then doubling back to trace the edgelands of Seaford, past some rather grand houses, and an impressive luxury old folks home, and at least one golf course, and the end of fields, and winding up at the cemetery. I generally enjoy cemeteries but I was cold and a bit tired so didn't ghoulishly hang about. Good to be home to the simple pleasures of cups of hot tea, and a spot of cooking.