Floating is a bit how I’ve been feeling recently, but no I am not dangling from these strings! ‘Chasing the Rabbit’ (my new enterprise) has been encountering a few teething problems. I knew I would have to face changing my editing programme, did I mention I am discalcular? Now trying to get to grips with Studio after 15 years or more with Adobe 6.5 (exactly why best not ask). But storyboard has been started.
I blame any confusion on altering the clocks and all that jazz rather than the possibility of old age approaching!
The move into autumn included being invited to a ball no less. During the day we spent an afternoon in Hythe before dancing the night away.
Members of a community group were making apple juice. I hadn’t seen hops before. Apparently Londoners in droves went hop-picking in those postwar years, whole families regarded it as their annual holiday as well as an important source of income.
The Folkestone Community Orchestra were putting on a great performance in the High street in aid of the Altzheimers Association. They played music by Glen Miller like a dream.
Grabbed few days in late September in Rhodes. Overshadowed a bit by torrential rain but managed to catch some its history and found a good beach for the best of the sun.
Nearer to home launches of new books by friends, a short ghost writing workshop run by another friend Bridget Whelan at the Regency House in Hove. A wonderful guy called Paul makes traditional mince and pickles to raise funds to support the enterprise. Check the house out online, plenty of interesting exhibitions and events
Dear old Saltdean has new management at the White Cliff Cafe. Wonderful chef, friendly staff, coffee cakes, lunches and tapas from 5 pm not to mention music and special events.
Took my eldest grandson along. Well he had spent half his day off from work weeding my allotment, really am closing it down for the winter now!
Have tried to give up my allotment two years running, partly because bits of my back have been cobbled together and it isn’t easy, but I write a new poem about it and I’m smitten once more!
Saltdean – A very special beach with rock pools, a big patch of sand, the odd beachcomber and people digging for bait, sunsets
But we did have a very dead whale last week. The guys from the cafe alerted the coastguards and eventually experts from the Natural History Museum came down and off he went to be investigated for cause of death.
No poetry added to this post today, although have a pile of drafts and some new poems completed. Pondering their future as I also miss deadlines for competitions at the best of times.
But I was so pleased to be asked by a friend to run a workshop in a home in Bexhill for Mental Health Day. A very rewarding experience.
I have been invited by Michaela Ridgeway to read some of my poems at Pighog on November 29th on the same bill as the wonderful Clare Best!
But just had to mention this again – still time to get tickets if you are in the vicinity.
A documentary at the Depot – in Lewes today and all week.
Yayoi Kusama a truly amazing artist and complex individual.
Film – bright brilliant poignant. No Alice in this film but the only thing I own with unique examples of her work.
On at the wonderful Depot – cinema kitchen bar five minutes from the station.