Mocka

We are making the most of H being away and the free bus to the beach. Dinner this evening was at Mocha bistro on the old high street. Beautifully presented, tasted fabulous.
We were sat next to a meeting of the alternative poetry group so got to overhear their deliberations. It made sense to me but C wasn’t aware the group existed and thought the conversation to be mighty strange! I think they will be exhibiting their work at 4th wall in the autumn which I’m expecting to be interesting.