under another sun

After a kipper breakfast, Lorraine and I rode on the bus down to Hove Town Hall and walking back along the seafront to Brighton. A sunny day, quite warm in the sunshine. Just loving getting the sunshine on me after so much grey lately. The water was high and the pebbles seething when the waves pulled back. At the Meeting Place Cafe we stopped to have a cup of tea and two of their huge rock cakes sitting in the sun by the sea. Then we toddled back into Brighton, and ended up having a coffee before bussing home. Made a giant turkey stew from the stock I had made from the Christmas Turkey, rather excellent. Started reading The Shadow Over Innsmouth by H.P. Lovecraft. For his time, he was an innovative horror writer for the time, but his not even thinly veiled racism is vile and unacceptable. Reading while holding my nose. Lorraine and I watching  Call The Midwife tonight, L sad that the wrong uniforms are being worn by the nurses. The fathers of the babies are generally portraye...

Back on track Up at five this morning. Woke up with my head buzzing and so got up. Calliope surprised and pleased to see me at such an hour. A practical morning, doing one or two jobs that needed doing, shopping, haircut etc. In the afternoon took myself on a slightly hobbly walk. I think I may have cartilage problems in my my left knee again. Now that the bank holiday is over, the weather is glorious. I went to the Meeting Place Cafe on the seafront, bought a coffee and some sparkling water and sat in the sun and began mind mapping. After an hour I felt much better about everything, and have made a clear set of priorities for myself and all my projects. Home and began to get these underway. Matt dropped by bringing the music manuscript for Found, and the 'in praise of music' piece which he has sent off for the competition. He called it "And there's music". Had a drink with him, and talked about our next steps, and my need to get on with stuff, as I don't want...