ISOLATION ARIST - DAY 9

Today I'm finding it very. difficult to differentiate between a weekday and the weekend. I'm sure most people feel the same as each day merges more and more into another. This weekend my friends, Jan and Mark were supposed to be coming to stay for the weekend. Jan and I have been great friends since we were born in 1962 and grew up together on the Isle of Man where we spent a great deal of time at the beach, in the sea or on the sea. I've posted the boat picture as I was reminiscing (to myself) how when we had both finished our O' levels our treat was to sail from the IOM to Plymouth, to deliver the trimaran, Three Legs of Mann, ready for Jan's Dad, Uncle Nick to sail single handed across the Atlantic Ocean. We had a great time, despite me feeling very sick most of the journey and as the wind was 25 knots we sailed at  great speed. When you were on watch all you could see was miles and miles of endless sea and a distant horizon. To me it felt like we'd never see land again. I'll never forget the Isles of Scilly appearing in the distance or sailing around the Lizard and Lands End. 

It will be a very special occasion when we can see each other again. Freedom of movement was one of the many things we used to take for granted. I'm not making art work today so that I can give myself some brain space for new ideas. The catalogue from Picasso and Paper has just arrived - by way of compensation for not seeing the exhibition again this week. I had seen it once but it's such a vast show I couldn't take it all in and looked forward to at least one more viewing. This book is fantastic and highly recommended if it's up your street.

I have managed to severely prune some shrubs that were choking four beautiful ferns but this garden work hasn't grounded me today. Time to get changed out of the grotty gardening clothes I think.

​Enjoy the sunshine.