Watching rain and listening to thunder, and thinking about my relationship to writing.

Being a home-body after my exertions yesterday and looking forward to Writers’ Cave tonight.

A day of many pleasures and rather wobbly knees!

A day of Qi Gong in the misty foothills of Mt kunanyi.

Finding a new spot to write on this glorious late summer day.

So losing myself in deep pondering I nearly forget I have a treat at midday.

Finding my feet again on Knocklofty and seeing some of the wind damage.

Taking my bike up for a little walk on Knocklofty before heading into the city.

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Bells, lily of the valley, tarnished silver, an aborted trip and a downpour.

Mizzle makes a perfect reflection and writing day.