Sun in Worcester

Sat at the desk in Em's parents living room. Watching a line of washing hanging from the line in the backyard. There is a wheelbarrow, a green bin on which sit a pair of trainers. Beyond the paved yard there is the huge red brick wall of the swimming pool. The sunlight falls without shadows onto that great wall - as blank and blind as a prison wall - and falls onto the back gate of the yard in sharp swathes. The sunlight is sharpened here, brighter and deeper than in Brighton. There is none of that yellowy haze that accompanies Brighton when the sun is out. Not that the sun has come out much down there. This is the first sun I seem to remember seeing in weeks.