Sometimes a bit of lonely is nice .

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 .