It’s Sunday. I’ve spent all day – and it was a crisp, bright and sunny day – lounging around reading Mike Arram’s ‘The Green Side.’ Finally, I put down my eReader; I was going to go for a walk. I looked out and to my chagrin the day had gone.
So, this is what I would have seen had I gone for a trot.
You can pick who you live with, but, unless you’re very rich, you can’t pick your neighbours. I rent a small semi-detached bungalow. It’s pretty close to the bottom of a hill in Sussex in an area prone to flooding.
The place next door was empty for ages – which was nice as the cats could retire to snooze under a beautiful weeping willow (now so heavily pruned it’s cringing with embarrassment – but that’s another story).
The chap who eventually bought it decided he needs off road parking. So this is what he’s now doing.
Went for a walk on the beach. It was bleak, but the conversation I had with Mick was light, frothy and cheerful. We haven’t been for a walk in an age and I didn’t realise how much I missed it. So I took this on my phones camera. It’s apt, I think; certainly more so than a wide shot or a picture of the carpet cleaning in the studio.