Found and lost and treating myself to a sunflower.
Regatta, bells, Qi Gong, and remembering Offrey.
Returning home to the after-time.
Feeling the privilege of a salon concert, and preparing for a zig-zag week.
Picking up a train set and gearing up for a few days of not writing.
Cradling my teapot and braving dark clouds.

Picking greengages in a beautiful garden and trying to be philosophical about breaking a teapot.
An unsettling public holiday.
Welcoming a little rain after a wilting day.

Poe’s Masque at the Cathedral, market bread, and postal deliveries.