As lockdown has eased its been baguettes on the beach .
( we are in the car or away from it on a wide lonely beach - sometimes a bit of lonely is nice .)
Sand between my toes and a sunny breeze on my lockdown hair .
We went again on my birthday . Well , there's no gallery or museum so that was what I chose .
Good choice - it was that soft rainy day and everything was so green and blue in the landscape .
Down the back roads with red legged partridges trying to race the car and hawks riding the soft air currents . Out along the estuary to a philosophical ocean which takes 2020 as par for the course for humans and gets on with slapping the quay .
Today , though , I stayed at home . The saxophonist went to the allotment . Planting in the poly tunnel I interrupted him him asking him to bring back some broad beans .He held me up going on about his erection .
I know and he insisted on telling me , in depth , about the runner bean frame he was about to erect .
He isn't normally one for the double entendre and I have already told him to use the hair clippers he bought to make him attractive again .
So your guess is as good as mine . At least I'll get some runner beans out of it . They are my favourite - perhaps that was it .
So I got him off the line and got on with my own gardening .I'd bought some unusual poppies from road side stands so they went in the front garden . It's a blaze of cottagy English garden just now .
The back garden is all greens . You go through an old Victorian passage and out among beds of ferns and herbs . A green jungle .
( The space that isn't beds is carpeted with oyster shells we collected over a winter with strange tides . They came in , hundreds and hundreds of them . I usually collect sea glass but this was a winters project . )
There is a recycled table with a toughened glass top and half a dozen heavy fold up wooden chairs .
There's a bench at the bottom in the shade of an old Victorian wall .
I've recently acquired a large statue of a naked boy . The statue has carved drape fabric so that his buttocks are on show and his " construction for runner beans " is veiled .
Anyway , then to all the new plants for the back garden and fresh herb seeds in the cold frame .
Round the naked boy I've put nasturtiums and morning glory . In due time he will have some snakes head fritillary as a companion and later he can gaze on jasmine .
So when I had done that lot and watered it all in I made some good coffee .
I sat at the table with the coffee and a cigarette .
Under a blue , blue sky I and naked boy enjoyed the slight breeze and time to think our own thoughts at leisure .
I thought how good this feels - the quiet . the coffee , the cigarette and the green , green garden .
I have no idea what naked boy thought . Experience earlier in the day made me incline to the view that it is sometimes better not to know what the male species wants to tell you .
After all I was hot , muddy and tired and not a bit concerned about why naked boy was showing off his arse - lets not forget that sometimes a bit of lonely is nice .
