Sometimes I feel like a motherless child - a long way from home:
Blair telling us there’s no point in cutting back our personal consumption.
Russia threatens Europe’s oil supply - new power games ahead.
Heat wave on the East Coast.
The first year that winter didn’t happen?

These are a few of my favourite things:
Hearing the choir practise in St John’s Hall on a Sunday afternoon.
The Ouse when it’s flat and brown.
The smell of freshly cut grass.
The winter mimosa down by the Railway land.
The smell of bhajis from the stall at the Farmer’s Market.
Lying on a grass bank near the Ouse up from Willey’s Bridge, watching the sunset.
The walnut trees in Baxter’s Field.
The lights of Lewes from the golf course at night.
Downstairs at the Needlemakers; it smells old and there are trinkets that people have stockpiled over the years.
Walking home from college past the sculpture workshop underneath the railway arches.
The bowling green in the watery light of a winter morning.
Walking around town with my friends.
Picnic on the banks of the river under the blossom trees.
The first apple from Oakhurst Farm and knowing apple season has started again.
Walking home in the early morning or after dark and Lewes is foggy.

What are your fears and dreams? adrienne@vivalewes.com