Why can't every day be like this
Today was a corker - I drove down to Mike Imm's cottage to work with him for the day on a training course we're writing on how to develop customer insights. He lives in an idyllic village within sight of the sea close to Arundel with Chichester and even the Isle of Wight visible. The weather was glorious. When we paused for lunch we went into the garden to gather the bits for the salad. Mike is a gardener whose interest borders on the obsessive. For dessert - icecream and fresh figs - picked from the tree - just perfection. And when we were done Mike took me on a promenade around the village - stories about local residents past (Eleanor Farjeon, DH Lawrence, Hilaire Belloc) and current (Johnny and Claire Hornby). We dropped by Chateau Hornby but they were clearly still in London grafting so we left a business card with the nanny (which felt very Jane Austen). Walking through a village with the hollyhocks in full bloom by the roadside and a classic English country garden to be negotiated if you wanted to get to the post office it reminded my how much I love my current occupation and live in fear of having to work in an office all the time which would be a demotion and I think would lead to a different quality of work. Then it was away to the Lewes Guitar festival to meet a couple of mates to go and see Bruce Cockburn perform (for the second time this year). As I said. Perfection.








Driving in Transylvania this was enough for me to ask to stop the car. Storks on their nests all the way down the high street of a village. Storks are bigger than herons - it was remarkable to see them sitting so calmly above the houses largely ignored and ignoring everything below them. 




















