Colours

 I looked up from the screen and the sky was violet. It only stayed that way for a few moments- and the it was blue. Or should I say "grey-blue". Ach, the colours of these northern skies are so transitory, so fugitive, so subtle. Also they bleed into one another. At this instant the sky immediately over the hills is a sort of dusty pink which gradually modulates into duck-egg blue the higher your eyes climb. Can I say exactly where pink ends and blue begins? Absolutely not. 

And since I wrote the last paragraph, just moments ago, the pink has modulated into a kind of yellowish-grey- a shade for which I don't have a single word. Maybe "magnolia" would come close.....

Lewes Friends Meeting House

 The Quakers in Lewes have a meeting for worship and shared lunch on the first Wednesday of the month. We thought we'd be neighbourly and join them.

Their Meeting House dates from 1784. It has been adapted and enlarged but the heart of it is much as it used to be. There's a burial ground out front which is now a secluded garden where people come to eat their lunchtime sandwiches. The headstones are typical- small, uniform, hoop shaped stones with nothing on them but names and dates.  The oldest I could decipher carries the date 1797 but some may be older. The burial ground predates the building by nearly 100 years.