Getting caught in the Christmas parade and a sense of urgency as I abandon Nanowrimo and return home to focus on my travels.

Deputising the quiz and pootling about on the bike for errands.

At last ticking things off my list instead of adding things to it.

Writing out and about, new venues and unexpected treats.

On Knocklofty and thinking about walks to come.

A chilly day in my newly cleaned coat and delving into my mother’s diaries.

Ringers, write-ins and a different kind of morning.

Pigging out on asparagus before taking a wild ride to the final night of The Campaign.

Accepting that today is one of rest and surrendering to a beautiful memoir.

Nora Krug’s Heimat

Taking things quietly as I ponder with you on the tracks of Knocklofty.