Really don't have much of an urge to write, but I do want to stay in touch with friends. Always hated the round-robin letters friends sent at Christmas. Part of me said 'if they can't be bothered saying something personal then why bother at all'. Over the years I've lost the urge to be personal and have become increasingly lax about staying in touch. It's been lovely to meet back up with several very old, mislaid friends on Facebook, but I barely manage to stay in contact with them. Friends remain friends, whether you see them or not, whether they're alive or not, even. You love them, they love you. I couldn't even begin to keep in regular contact with all the people who've been my friends over the years. I've moved around a lot; they've moved around a lot. There are some very special friends I'm sad to be unable to contact, on account of having lost a crucial address book many years ago. In truth, I'm one of those people who likes to have a handful of people around me: friends, neighbours and family. Not that I necessarily like them more than other friends who are more distant, but my life meshes with that of those around me. Our daily lives require co-operation and mutual aid for survival.
Having said that, I have sailed free from commitment to any local projects just for the time being. Apart from work and the family/friends thing, my only commitment is to the allotment, which is looking quite stunning as the herbs come into flower, and I do have some actual vegetables growing, mostly covered in netting or fleece to keep the rabbits and pigeons at bay. We are having close to perfect growing weather, with rain arriving just when needed. It is not an easy soil to cultivate and it is very lacking in nutrients, but to see how well Catherine's is doing is to remember that so long as you add manure and compost the soil improves with every year you work it .
Oh yes, I included 'festivals' in the title of this post. Calstock Festival to be precise. Wish I could have been there on the Sunday as well, but I had a long day at work instead. Still, Saturday was as wonderful a day as anyone could have wished for. The photos say it all...
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