Wandering towards North Hobart to meet up with my in-the-flesh novel-writing group.
A grey bike ride takes me past the old university.
Deadlines looming – keeping calm.
A brilliant cold spell lures me to a Salvator Rivulet walk.
Strolling and noticing the gaits of others.
Taking pleasure in a Welsh market gardener and finding a hidden stash of books.
Off to get a treat after the all clear.
Confined to the house after wind, cold, rain, heat.