A very wet and windy walk on Knocklofty, seeking new ways to tacle this chapter, and waiting for my curry friends to make a delivery.
Leaves blown off the trees, contemplating the subconcious sense of story, and gearing up for a night out.
The wind has abated and the temperature dropped. Heading off to town for Writers’ Cave with this afternoon’s notes.
Finding comfort in roasted chestnuts after voting and walking on a blustery day.
A strange zeppelin-clouded day, farewelling the people at my lovely corner post-office, and wondering whether I need to cancel some of my commitments.
A late night, rugging up for a foreshore ride under a cloudy sky and preparing for a 250 words a day challenge.
Miranda’s writing challenge