Sunshine beats fog. It is very hot today.
L. just got back from a sketching trip in Namibia [posh or what] and reckons it is hotter here. ["Different kind of heat" - of course].
She sketched a purple and orange ochre land, with giraffes and seals and lions.
I am off to Old Hastings tomorrow, seagulls, chip papers and fishing boats rushing straight onto the beach, bow first - then a tractor pulls them further up, used to be a horse or two. I like the confidence as it crashes up out of one element - smash onto another.
