Thinking about Michael Nobbs and my very first podcast in March 2013 (appended).

Enjoying glimpses of snow on kunanyi and allowing my thoughts to roam on my Monday off.

Taking you on a short, wintry night stroll and thinking about the places I have written today.

Heading out into a dark, wet night, hoping that an evening with other writers will restore a rather frustrating day.

Cycling in boisterous weather and sinking deeply into manuscript-reading.

High winds change the direction of my day.

Remembering to take the day off, following in the bound of a wallaby and enjoying the night sky.

Almost incoherent after a beautiful day of Qi Gong in the foothills of kunanyi.

A good for writing day: grey and wet – and a letter from the passport office.

Another foggy start to a beautiful day, back to the School of Art Library and a trip to the pop-up people.