Thursday, 1 March 2012

Twenty-One Spring Days, Day 1

Last night, Rebecca and I ushered out the old month in fine style at the Snowdrop Inn, Lewes.  We drank Snowdrop ale (too much of it in my case) and danced to some foot-tapping folk music. I slept last night beside Rebecca's river.

Today I've lurched about, achieving little, feeling vile but happy.  I ate lunch in the garden, watched the hens sunbathe and thought about all the things I could write if my brain hadn't turned overnight to Downland chalk.

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