A hot day and, weirdly, reading ‘The Best of Betjeman’ on the beach between last swims for the summer maybe. I was surprised how much of it I liked too, esp. the lost things kind of ideas that have always fascinated me, the sense of change in them and the passing of one kind of life. And the industralization and change that is blotting his landscape is a bit like the suburban margins stuff I’ve been thinking about. I enjoyed some of the poems about those ordinary moments too; a child going to a party, bullies, seaside excursions, the death of ordinary people like the secretary of the golf club.