Thursday September 9, 2004
The weather map of the United Kingdom seems to me currently to resemble a battlefield, with dark, damp forces closing steadily on all fronts until the landscape is entirely covered. And we are situated in one of the last open areas, under blue skies, blissfully innocent as we enjoy this postponement of the inevitable.
Or, if you prefer, we have had yet another lovely day. I was obliged to make a bread and milk trip to Spilsby but otherwise have lazed about the house and garden, enjoying the long moment, and waiting for more interesting times.