There is a stillness about this time of morning. The picture, left, was Brighton at dawn yesterday morning and the seagull squawking didn't really disturb the quiet. And its dawn again, four-thirty rise and I have just had a message chat with Abbi in Oklahoma. Isn't new technology great. I can get up early and chat just as she is going to bed. And last night before going to bed I wrote another Ghost on Brooklyn Bridge, version # 3. I am rather enjoying this, and I can play banjo and mandolin on it too, which is always fun. So despite having to work all weekend there was some playfulness too - and I also managed to buy some new plectrums (where do they disappear too) and guitar strings and a couple of glass pieces which I like. So a working Sunday worked. But its Monday again, having had a walk along the promenade really early yesterday morning I snapped this bridge, again, on a late stroll last night, just to remind myself it hasn't fallen down. And I was listening to the most remarkable piece on my iPod. Scroll down to the bottom if you care to hear it, but its not for the faint-hearted. Its the beginning of the working week and this puts the lid on the weekend - Si, mi chiamano Mimi.
