Im looking from my bedroom window as I tap this out on the laptop, everything is so clear today, everyone says it’s the hottest October day since 18 something or other,
The Solent is a dark blue strip under a great pale cloudless sky, summer has come back today, everything white is very white, the sails of a yacht, the Fishbourne ferry, they glide across the water, in an unhurried manner, The Spinnikar tower like a great white rocket ship towers over Portsmouth harbour, built for the millennium but only opened to the public a few days ago, perhaps it is a secret means of escape for our mainland neighbours
Those who are well heeled enough to afford it maybe blasting off fairly soon as I sit looking on at a globally warmed October day I can only sit here and wonder as the 200th celebrations for Trafalgar become just another memory What Lord Nelson might of thought should he return now.
I make no apology for the above ramblings they are a result of a frustrated would be writer, who took to drink instead and never got anything down on paper,
55 days sober an im feeling like I want to get stuff down on paper now, or maybe I will take the dog for a walk an enjoy this strange weather, who knows it will probably snow next week.
