A long drive to Hereford. Lou is looking at Leominster. We both love it in this part of the world. “Is anything happening here?” I ask John, who could describe himself as “happening in Herefordshire”. “There’s lots,” he assures me. “But it’s not London”.
Lou is done with Brighton which is basically London with wind. I still love London but I also like the world in general and I’m not feeling as stuck in the smoke for work as I used to now that self tapes exist.
So we wandered around Leominster for a few hours. Everyone we spoke to was lovely. We stopped at The Body Clinic, dropped into some textile shops, tried to get a sense of the people Lou would be working alongside if she were to start any one of her many forms of practice here. 250k people in Brighton. 15k in Leominster. If they’re a bunch of twits you’d feel it pretty quickly.
My old friend at D3 is just down the road. There are people I love nearby. It isn’t far to loads of places. There’s work to be found or made. But to move here cheaply would take every penny and more for her, so it can’t be a half arsed plan.
Tonight we are sitting in a Shepherd’s Hut. I made a fire. It will be quiet and dark. We will likely be up with the dawn. I love how things like this are possible at short notice via Airbnb.
Tomorrow, who knows. Something in the area. Gotta be back in Brighton tomorrow night for the cat. Tonight though I’m rushing this blog out as I wanna cuddle up by the fire in the last of the light.
