I'm getting back into the swing of scanning, although when I climb up the ladder and get into the archive I spend too much time going through the sheets of cards and files and I drift away in thought. So, yesterday I took the train up to town and checked out the Hockney exhibition with a friend and was impressed by his large landscapes and his i pad drawings. Most of the other paintings were sketch book ideas being worked out.

We had a meal in the Chelsea Arts Club bar and I lurched back to the coast on the last train and somehow all the activity has re-aligned me with the changed hour. I woke refreshed and moderately pleased to be alive. Of course it could all be to do with the tropical weather.