There is a man in the village here on the edge of the North Sea who hasn't been to the next door village for 4 years! This is his home and you will know now what he feels about Brexit. Here, we cosmopolitan philosophers types have reeled in different directions at the news of Parliament's suspension. We were about to meditate but decided to meet up in the back bedroom and all have our two pennorth of opinion and contrasting emotional responses; did we get anywhere? NO we didn't but clearly meditation was going to be too much of a struggle as the conversation would be difficult to dismiss from our fevered brains. So we go down to the sea, scene of the previous wild swimming. (I should put you right about the naked swimmers, two of the swimmers remained on the beach in clothes whilst I was the only one to cast myself on the waters in my altogether. But they did drink the wine and they did giggle like teenagers!)
That sea knows how to set you straight, to soothe the sensibilities and remind us of how much we all love each other, never mind the different opinions we might have. It was as still as still, as warm as it could be and empty except for us and one other. The painter got into her own painting, there she is in the photograph, the horizon empty and huge and no sign of any other country on the other side! That is what the Suffolk boy thinks, leave those other countries on the other side of the sea. Me, I'm just interested to see what will happen and of course I do wonder what Jacob Rees Mogg was offered for tea at Balmoral, don't you?
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