Blue sky, frost and being drawn to the top of Knocklofty.

Writing and raining and being lulled.

More wind and preparing for a Writers’Cave at my burrow tonight.

Rambling into town and settling into the idea of Monday being a non-writing day.

Home and sitting down after a visit to see the exquisite paintings and maps from the Baudin expedition.

Heading off to ring bells along with 255 other bands around the globe as part of the BBC’s World Music Day.

Being so involved in writing I nearly forgot my 600th podcast!

Preparing the way for a writers’ cave – in my burrow.

After working out a detailed plan for the week yesterday I find myself indulging myself on this public holiday and reading Heather Rose’s The Museum of Modern Love.

Lured into the dawn by sirens (and crows).

And the out take!