Finding new energy writing in the library and heading off for a good walk on this quiet Saturday afternoon.
And below is 1188 again without all the blather I thought had been edited out.
Waiting for bread on this spectacular day and then heading off into the woods.
Waiting quietly at the bus stop that never sees a bus and wondering whether the van will turn up.
A quiet indoor kind of day – in the flow notwithstanding the odd obstacle.
Departures and a picnic on the rock to recalibrate.
And an addendum – in the footsteps of the Mayor and his dog Filou.
A quiet walk the morning after the excitement of the Christmas tree hunt and vodka and crêpes.
Finding the right path for St André, the right frame of mind for writing, and the right sticks for kindling.
Feeling a bit perkier after a day of rest.
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