Homeward

On the hottest day of the year so far, my hosts wanted to abandon the sea breeze that wafts in through their flat windows, and is there for the taking if you go outside, in order to drive 13 miles inland (thereby exacerbating the traffic jam that he gets stuck in and complains about every day) for breakfast in a café at the edge of the High Weald National Landscape. It's definitely pretty; I knew that from my train journey here and would see it again on my train journey back. Also, the cafe, despite food that's nothing out of the ordinary, has quite a pleasant garden. But.

On the way back to Hastings they dropped me at Battle to have a look at 1066 and all that. But I decided it was too hot for sightseeing so caught the train home via a pleasant afternoon with my mum in her SE London garden. (Prettier than the café's, in my opinion, with very welcome tea.)

My day was such that I didn't take any photos till I saw what had happened in one of the planters at the end of my street.

In the quiet of home, I watched Folkie's beautiful memorial. Many thanks to her family and friends for enabling her blip-mates to be there and learn a bit more about her.