under another sun

Sunday, and thank God nothing to get up for at the crack of sparrows. Raining hard this morning. Up and a leisurely Quorn sausage sandwich breakfast, and after a quick chat with mum. L and I decided to go out, scoop up Rosie Taylor, and zoom off to Henfield to look at some gardens and scraps of art in the village open gardens. Nothing too spectacular, though Lorraine and I bought a slightly sinister Green Man head to smuggle among the ferns of our stumpery. It might give people a nasty turn among the ferns. Rosie in good spirits. While in Henfield we also saw Dawn, who had been visiting her parents who live in the village. Then into a pub for a late lunch where we all ate pork belly and cabbage. There were a band of old trad jazzers in there, and an appreciative snowy haired audience who clapped the stately drum solo at the appropriate moment. Swapped messages with the Tobster as Lorraine and Rosie talked passionately about education. Strangely still feeling curiously sedated after y...

Six steroids pills this morning, which made me prey to dark, drifty ideas and feelings of confusion which gradually wore off as the day progressed. Too fazed to work so I instead listened to Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf, which drifts between its characters interior monologues in a slightly hallucinogenic way. I am certain that it is a masterpiece. It is exceptionally well written. In the evening, after Betty returned home after an exhausting day in the cupcake industry, I caught the number 17  from the bus stop at the end of the village of Henfield to see Dawn where she is staying at her parent's house, prior to buying a flat in the same village. Really picturesque bus ride of about 25 minutes, past wooded parts of the downs, and rabbit dotted fields. Lorraine already there straight from work, and Dawn had cooked a lovely curry followed by a pear and ginger trifle. After, it being a day off the shortest night, we took a short walk to the edge of the fields ...

Easter Sunday. Woke up with a new idea for a business flavoured project in my head. Then Lorraine and I off to Henfield, where Dawn is currently staying at her parent's place. Had tea and coconut and chocolate chip buns, freshly cooked by Dawn, and after a long and illuminating chat about the meaning of life, set off for a short walk on the hills behind the village. Overcast day, and Lorraine and Dawn pulling too many faces to be photographed. Lovely views towards the South Downs. Then home to Dawn's place again for more tea in the back garden, which was full of birdsong. Blackbirds mating in the next garden, the brazen beasts. Conceived the idea of living in Henfield for a while, and tried to imagine if I would go mad in the country. At least I could shoot things with a shotgun. Then we visited the local farm shop and bought produce including an aromatic bag of oyster mushrooms to drive back to the c...