I feel like I'm living some kind of pastoral fantasy. Today I woke up in Margate, went for a run up into the hills... Had breakfast looking out over North west bay.
Fed "pepper", the little part suffolk ewe. She is the cuddliest, friendliest little ewe I have ever had the pleasure to meet.
Then gazed some more. Reading E.M Forster, Wodehouse, and some communist china detective fiction.
and of course, drinking tea. I can't think of a better day, to be honest. I thank God that Tasmania is still slow and small and so, so beautiful.* Quote from Virginia Woolf's "Orlando".
