The morning found Lou and I in the grounds of Lincoln Cathedral. They sell you breakfast in the shadow of the edifice, and it is vast and impressive. It’s rare I can’t finish an English breakfast. And the bells ring loud and old in the cathedral. It took twenty years to build, shortly after the Norman conquest, and you can be sure there’s some moron in America that wouldn’t be able to make a Lego house and thinks that because it looks difficult it must have been like aliens or I dunno ancient clever giant people.
We decanted into Bergie and the next few hours I was remotely supervising a big old truck load in London whilst haring up through the country to Bridlington. Long way up but we did it in stages. All went well with the load. All went well with the drive. Tomorrow they’ll unload it and I won’t be there either. I’m not a control freak at all, but I’m very used to being hands on, so it is a very curious experience to do it remotely. Still I’ve always been good at building teams, and morale. I enjoy myself in life enough that it can be contagious.
Lou and I are now about to go to bed in a rented cottage half an hour out of Bridlington in deep countryside. Without a car or a horse you aren’t gonna get anywhere here. Bergie will be our lifeline to civilisation. But tonight we had a simple peaceful meal here in the quiet : pasta with veg and pesto. The epicurean in me had no choice but to soak some dry porcini up to add, and some quick pantoasted pine nuts. Even the simplest meals respond to great ingredients, and I had no choice when I saw those porcini sitting in the reduced section. Gotta love the north.
Then the darkness fell and honestly my ability to stay awake just vanished again. I’m halfway through a job that I’m entirely supervising without being present. It’s a lesson. I had to turn down a recall for something I really wanted. Another lesson. “Right is that which happens,” Minnies grandpa used to say. I’ll take that. There’s a fertile void instead.
Sleep in the quiet. Mmmmmmm
AlBarclay 