Wetly waiting for a monster cauliflower.
Out of the rain, toast and honey and a mysterious book.
Wiggly sticks and straight sticks and the disappearing path.
Getting very, very wet and meeting ducklings.
Emerging from my rat’s nest.
A parcel from Berlin.
Forget-me-nots and getting into the flow.
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.