I think it’s not healthy to live alone in the long term. It is the basic stuff that’s so easy to forget. There are lots of thing I miss – the experience of joy in particular, and the feeling of being held or desired. It’s been a while.
I’m off to Bristol again today to see my brother J. He’s booked a table at the Cauldron in St Werburghs which will be warm and cosy on this autumn evening. He’s been talking about moving to the Gower peninsular to be nearer to nature (and further away from everyone else). It’s strangely opposite to my recent direction of travel. I’m coming in from the cold, trying to rejoin the human race.