1. I spent yesterday dancing in Goudhurst Village Hall with the wonderful Anne Armstrong and her group of amazing women. I always like the Albanian dances best - perhaps because they are full of yearning. I've tried before to write poems about dancing, not easy.
2. There was a lovely little dog there, all fluffy and charming. The owner tells me how she rescued it from a murderous group of boys in Crete. Later I wonder if she smuggled it home in her handbag.
3. At dusk I walk my large dog round Dunorlan lake, wishing he wasn't quite so big and energetic. A couple are throwing stones on to the ice, making it moan and scream. I have to keep Magnus on the lead, remembering the dog that drowned there last week, caught under the ice.
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