Orange Moon Rising

It was warm enough yesterday for us to sit out on the patio in the afternoon. I did a little light gardening. In the evening we went to collect Sandra from the station - only to find her train was cancelled and she'd had to catch another and would be an hour late. We had and drinks and eats at one of the station cafes, then went and parked up by the sea and watched an orange moon rise over the water. A good half of the people at Death Cafe were Quakers- our doing (I'm afraid.) Not that we've been evangelising. It's just that if you say "I was at Death Cafe last night" people go "Yer what?" And then when It's been explained to them, "That sounds interesting. Can anyone go along?"

Defying The Vegan Police

I fell off the wagon. I'll clamber back on again but just for an hour or two I was off it.

We were in the shop in Hastings that sells fabrics and handicrafts from India and having a discussion with the owner about veganism. Ailz, Sandra and me, we're all vegans- but not dogmatic ones- and Sandra was saying what a pain the dogmatic ones can be- how they turn into a sort of police- humourless and judgemental and aggressive.

So then we had to go get some lunch- and after a bit of poking around- wound up in the Pump House- a late medieval pub where I know from past experience they do a really good pie with smoked fish and shell fish and a cheese topping. The vegan options were the usual things- you know, chick pea curry etc- and perfectly acceptable but not very exciting, so I turned to Ailz and Sandra and said, "No vegan police in the building, right?" And they said "Absolutely."

"OK," I said, "I'm having the Captain's Pie."