pewter suitor

horsemouth is back with you. it is morning. he's only slightly hung over. 

yesterday a wander around on the marshes. later a visit to a friend to see about arranging storage. later a quick walk over to london fields. on the way up he met welsh john and adam having a chat. 

at london fields he met shona, lise and paul (a friend of theirs showed up - sorry horsemouth didn't catch their name) and they sat around in the sunset and warmth drinking beer (shona has a great 'live from the beer commercial' photo showing the assembled crowd of them from the previous week). they then discussed the relative merits of afghan hounds. later they relocated to lise's front step for a last two and to listen to some music. horsemouth borrowed lise's acoustic guitar and serenaded the passing masses. 

eventually (being sensible this time) horsemouth headed off home using a considerably improved route on the somewhat erratic one he'd used on the previous occasion.  when he got home he ate some of the rice ian had left. 

and so to bed. 

it is the morning. nothing in the diary. horsemouth has despatched an email attempting to get his thoughts on the likely smallness of the surplus at the communal endeavour this year in order.