Pinning things together, finding images. So absorbed I didn’t realise night-time had fallen around me.

Enjoying the clarity of walking above the fog.

Recognising the value of sticking with it, and enjoying the balance between two different aspects of my work.

Balancing structure and story and preparing for Writers’ Cave on this 1st August.

A morning of making and now resting before heading off to town.

As dusk falls I think about my morning walk and greeting people and how we measure ourselves.

A walk on Knocklofty triumphs over sheet-washing and I contemplate moving between honing in and zooming out.

Flagging a bit and trying to say no – but pleased to remember to bring in my washing.

Back to going through my storylines after a pruning binge.

A little walk before the lurgi insisted on a quiet day at home.