I had all sorts of plans yesterday, one being a splendid post about Hild and her (admittedly utterly imaginary) links to Cuthbert's Gospel. But the sun poured into my day and my brains spilled out and I spent the afternoon gazing at the treetops over the ravine and listening to birdsong. The light on the leaves changes constantly. It's mesmerising.
Late in the afternoon we pottered off to Kelley's folks' house and drank beer on their marvellous deck. Came home. Ate dinner. Watched a movie (Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy). Ah, the desperately hard life of a writer...