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Monday, September 23, 2019
And so the rain came
The sun, the light, the warmth have been a treat but growth's slowed down on the plot, as it should. It's the equinox.
So it is time to think of baked apples, although what I can't forget to do is digging out my MOT for tomorrow at the crack of dawn.
I'm doing another week of dog walking but it's going to be a bit different to the two weeks in summer when I wandered up to Rottingdean windmill twice a day in blazing sun.
I can already feel the rain whipping in off the sea - the forecast for tomorrow is that it's going to be torrential.
There's a young man's funeral tomorrow. I saw him in his buggy with his mum in Kensington Gardens when I moved to Brighton, and the memory stayed because he was so beautiful. Years later my daughter would become friends with his sister. That passing image of him and his mum held my future. His name is Louis and he was too young.
Posted by Jackie Wills at 6:31 pm