Stone ages
Up early, as Lorraine had to take Beth to hospital. Poor thing has had an infected gall bladder as well as gallstones. An eventful earlyish walk. Picked up a dozen or so pine cones from Seaford cemetery. Two workmen nearby looking at me as if I were crazy. A glance at poems this morning choosing one to show and tell in the Understory Conversation this afternoon. Emma shared a deft and wonderful piece of writing, weaving something unusual out of old family photos. Reading it was effortless. I feel on the other end of the sale, but good to have a sympathetic forum to share feelings of writerly gloom. Lorraine and I did a quick scoot in Morrisons. Home and I cooked. Below, on my walk I found what I think maybe an ancient stone tool by the side of a field. I will show it to someone sensible online, but it fit my left hand very well and seemed to have a serrated worked edge. Also a photo of rape seed flowers in a field, holding the camera at knee level.