Tuesday, 15 September 2009

1 A good exploratory day. There's nothing quite like taking a bus or a train (or even riding a bike) on one's own. Following one's nose; looking about; being open to encounters, some of which will be endearing, others of which will just be dear. Well done.

1.1 Taxi-drivers, the ripping kind. Being ripped off is always a disappointing experience, disappointing because the ripper felt obliged to behave in that way, disappointing because the exchange was a (high) low-trust one when the rewarding exchanges are of the high-trust kind.

2 More news of the old man, the one who may look old when you see him?

3 The ride along the Saxon Shore has been followed by Gossops Green and Bewbush. SSAFA calling.

4 A drawing-breath time now; keying the notes of the two visits. Taking time before the return to the clearing of the garden.

5 Watching afternoon television is for others, of course; I wonder about playing solo bridge on screen. What do you think?

Soon you'll be back.

Stayathome

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