Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist

No Good Pretending

Twice a week Kirstie spends the day with my mother and we go out and enjoy ourselves. Yesterday we thought we'd spend our mini-holiday at home so we set up our chairs on the patio and went and sat in the sun with our books. "Pretend we're not here." We told Kirstie. Only she couldn't. It was probably too much to ask. She kept coming out to us with offers of hot drinks and suchlike."Shall I throw them away?" she asked, waving a bag of potatoes. "Sell by date June 8th?"  "Of course not," I said. In the end we went out after all. Pretending to be invisible was too much like hard work.

We went to Lewes. There's a pub where Tom Paine used to drink. It says it's famed round the world as the birthplace of American liberty. Yeah right. Tell that to the marines.

(I'd thought "tell it to the marines" had to be a 20th century Americanism, but I stumbled across it yesterday in The Small House at Allington. Trollope, you know. Which takes it back to the 1860s at least. It might still be an Americanism- Trollope wasn't above such things- but on the whole I think not; if he'd recognised it as such he'd have said something like "as our transAtlantic cousins say" and he didn't. By the way, The Small House is a tremendous book.)

Then we went to Ditchling. We noticed there's a museum of arts and crafts. Cool. I've read up about it since. Ditchling is where Eric Gill settled and inspired a generation of craftspeople to settle round him- and the museum is apparently rather special. Now we need to go back.

For me the highlight of the day was stopping on top of Ditchling Beacon and getting out of the car and walking on downland turf and hearing skylarks.
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