Written 13 April, 2020 At last the day of our shopping delivery- or the night really ,for our ”window” is 6-9pm at DB’s boatyard in Brooklyn. We all admit to a feeling something will go wrong. We plan to wait in the car, though normally we’d spend time chatting to DB or B. But… Continue Reading
Written 13 April, 2020 In the evenings we have fires, the pot belly upstairs and a tiny one in the cabin. It’s glorious to go to sleep in soft flannelette sheets with a fire crackling. I wake at 5 to hear GG re-stoking it, and half an hour later I stir, go up… Continue Reading
Written 12 April, 2020 Easter Sunday- the day when Donald Trump said he thought we’d be going to church and celebrating the end of the plague. “Wouldn’t that be sweet?” he’d said. Overnight I hear that 2000 people a day have died for four days in the US, many of them in… Continue Reading
Day 23 – Written 11 April, 2020 I’m in my dressing gown on the jetty this morning and there’s such a weight in what Gg called the over-engineered live bait trap,so heavy because of all its brackets and hinges that I can barely pull it up- but what can be in it? a school of… Continue Reading
Written 9 April, 2020. Today is K’s birthday. Every year on this day I have a clear memory, like a vision, of the golden champagne moment I first saw her on my tummy, on all fours or perhaps she’d collapsed after her journey down the birth canal like a dazed swimmer on a beach. In… Continue Reading
lt’s so hard to keep to a decision. Especially this one. So hard to be brave. I know nothing about e publishing . It’d be so pleasant to sink into the warm comfort of a publishing house once again, where other people do the things i’m not good at, that Ican never never learn. It’d… Continue Reading