Today, apparently. Morris dancers with sticks up at Borough Market. Crowds everywhere. Bought a decent bunch of flowers for my neighbours and cabbed back.
Lunch at Lye Torng - they are doing quite a decent chicken grill.
I don't know why but after hearing on the radio about Churchill painting in the South of France. I remembered the first time I had ever painted landscapes - in the boiling heat in August in the Alpes Maritimes around Breil-sur-Roya. Proudly showed my paintings to my mother. They weren't very good, but reminded me of a wonderful summer. A couple of months later, I couldn't find them, and discovered my mother had thrown them away, which convinced me they must have been hopeless.
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