Sunday, May 17
The woods, 11:00
I go for an energetic walk through the woods before Sunday brunch and pass this bench; one of many scattered along the paths. I photograph it because I have have said “I must photograph this” to myself almost every time I have passed it.
Now I can stop.
The weather will change every fifteen or twenty minutes throughout the day. We will do gardening when the weather permits, and fix things indoors when it doesn’t. We will work in the sun and watch the hail from the kitchen.
In the evening we wil watch the final three episodes of Broadchurch and go to bed stunned. It didn’t end like we expected it to, and it didn’t have any gaping plot holes at the end.
The Pretty Things have a new acoustic album ready for release. Phil May remains dead.