Changing times...

As we watched A Complete Unknown on Sunday (especially the response to The Times They Are a Changing) it struck me that what the world needs right now - more specifically the USA - is a single cause and a rallying call.

Dylan and Baez epitomised the anti-war movement of the mid-60s; the new generation which was ready to take up the reins. There is nobody acting as that spokesperson (or singsperson) at the moment. I hope somebody steps into the limelight soon, however reluctantly.

I spent the morning in K's garden, and had a long chat with her husband R. Next week it is a year since she died, and he has decided he can't stay here. He feels as though he's drowning in memories, poor thing. He needs to move a wee way away to a place he can start afresh.

So he going to get the house (and garden) spic and span ready to put on the market in a couple of months time. In all likelihood it will mean the end of my gardening there. I'm sad about it, but it hasn't felt the same since K died. She and I planned and dreamed about the garden most weeks. I miss that.

But time moves on. Lives change. I am pleased for R that he has made a decision that he is clearly content with. There is a small air of purpose about him now: the first time for a year.

Bean and I walked at Bortons Pond this afternoon. The water level has been dropped to allow for some works on one of the banks. It enabled us to walk - dry-footed - across the ford. And the whole place stank to high heaven of rotting pond weed. Delightful. Bean didn't seem to notice: she was as bouncy and gallopy as always.