This morning, I took the ferry across to Portsmouth. As I was walking off the quayside I was delighted to see half a dozen or more artists working on their pictures. Like the person in the header picture, not all were focussing on the obvious subject HMS Warrior. I commented to one of the artists that it was delightful to see them.
The main purpose of my going over to the other side was to pay a visit to the main bookshop in the city, Waterstones. Normally I know these visits turn in to an immense frustration, that’s because I think I am looking for something, but I don’t know what.
For some reason, today’s visit was different. I spent quite a bit longer looking at a larger range of books than I would normally have done. I think in the past, I have left the store not having found what I was looking for, not knowing what that it was that I was looking for.
This time, I left without frustration. Apart from having had a look at a wider range of books in a bit more depth than I previously did. This time I left Waterstones knowing there was nothing there that I wanted to buy. That was quite comforting. Isn’t strange how an attitude can change like that?
The walk, the ferry ride, the artists, the visit to the bookshop, all of it made for a lovely morning. I got home, sat on thee bed to give the cat a stroke, and promptly fell asleep for about half an hour, the result I think of being quite late to bed, and then having difficulty getting to sleep.