under another sun

Up and off to Borde Hill Gardens this morning, just north of Haywards Heath (aka by me at least as Hateful Heath). A beautiful gardens.  On Friday Lorraine spontaneously invited Freya to come with us as Steve was off shooting black powder pistols, as is his wont.  She was great company, and we learned about her life in California, and her time in Berlin and living in San Franciso and so on. One out of the car, it was a bit of a race against the weather. We bought some unusual plants from the plant show, and then had a walk around the gardens. It began thundering and there were some jags of lightning just to the west of the garden. I reminded Freya that this was the traditional end to a trip out in Blighty. However by the time we reached Seaford the sun had returned. Freya somehow with Lorraine’s assistance hooked our smart TV up with her film library — and we have lots of films now to watch.  While this was going on (all a bit password heavy for me) I popped to Morrison...

Lorraine went for a meditation walk this morning and had a bit of a day of recovery from doing lots of driving yesterday. I did some writing this morning and went to the gym in the afternoon.  At five thirty Lorraine and I went to the Old Boot Inn, and met Steve, who had his pal Freya, an old pal from his Berlin days, with him. Freya on holiday from Sacramento, and we both liked her. She was surprised I had been to Sacramento, and I told her a bit about Toby's adventures.  Lorraine and I mooched off to the Barn theatre to watch The Whale  -- a film with its stage roots clearly visible. The action almost entirely confined to the obese lead character's apartment. A profoundly miserable film, and very theatrical in its dialogue and little climaxes. Memorable certainly, and a fabulous performance from Hong Chau. But I was tempted to leave at one point, which is not a thought I have often in the cinema.  Nevertheless it was good to be watching a film in the local cinema. ...