End of summer

This is the end of summer. A year passes on the blog. If you dropped in a while back wondering what happened, then quite a lot did. That was last autumn, 2014, and it was difficult for a while.

I continued to scribble and scratch on the train, and in other places. I wrote ‘My Father’ in a park in Mexico City of all places last October. The hospital was Pembury.

I’ve just uploaded eight or so others.