A short jaunt on the bike, admiring the artwork left by the flood, and loving writing inside on this drizzly day.

Near winter as I contemplate the strange affect of knowing something is illegal.

A very short podcast before I head off into the chilly night for the Writers’Cave at Island Magazine.

Exploring the changes on Knocklofty and a bit of an adventure at the end of the day.

A few hours in a roaming writers’ cave and a visit to a friend who was hit by our wild thunder storm.

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.

Qi Gong in a gale and full of good intentions for tomorrow.

Finding comfort in roasted chestnuts after voting and walking on a blustery day.