Feeling White Rabbitish as the days race away from me.

Sun-dried sheets and a good book – what more could you wish for?

My first day back at writing and a mug to mark the occasion.

A good beginning allows me to vanquish the obstacles with ease.

I’m back – but wishing I had some of my mother’s get-up-and-go.

Vale Andrew Sachs, being swept away by a French lesson and preparing for my offline week.

Eating early before taking memoir sketches to my in-the-flesh writing group.

Thinking about months as opportunities to round things off.

Trying to hear the blackbirds through the noise of a tree being felled next door.

Trying to ride an unsettled feeling and enjoying the end of the ringing festival.