Taking a break on Knocklofty after a stint of writing and feeling very lucky to be in Tasmania.

Changing my routine gives me a new boost of creative energy.

My Bus Mall Writers’ Cave and keeping going.

The first sweetcorn and reading Joan Paton Walsh & Dorothy Sayers A Presumption of Death.

Walking in changeable weather and trying to clear up a big mess I made on Sunday.

Spending time with my mother’s diaries on her birthday.

Army camp, gin palaces and the arrival of two cranky babies.

Trying to work out why the Writers’ Cave is such a good thing and wondering how to stop creating obstacles for myself.

How pruning the brambles gives me a few hints for my Year of Letting Go.

A long walk back from getting a hair cut but with a few treats ahead to keep me going.