Bredonborough.
A gentle Bredonborough day, some shopping on the High Street, lunch at Maison Garner, practising, a little carrying of stuff to World HQ. This morning for the first time in months, over cappuccino by the back door, a twinkle or two of enthusiasm, of possibility. This evening sounds of the semi-pro jazz kind are drifting across a garden wall or two from behind The Angel &Trumpet from a marquee. The Bredonborough Jazz Festival is underway. Now, back to practising. And hooray! the Little Horse will be home around midnight.
The sun is shining, the sky is blue although darkening, and it is very hot.
"Necessity is a measure of aim."
