A few hours in a roaming writers’ cave and a visit to a friend who was hit by our wild thunder storm.

A very wet and windy walk on Knocklofty, seeking new ways to tacle this chapter, and waiting for my curry friends to make a delivery.

Leaves blown off the trees, contemplating the subconcious sense of story, and gearing up for a night out.

The wind has abated and the temperature dropped. Heading off to town for Writers’ Cave with this afternoon’s notes.

Qi Gong in a gale and full of good intentions for tomorrow.

Finding comfort in roasted chestnuts after voting and walking on a blustery day.

A strange zeppelin-clouded day, farewelling the people at my lovely corner post-office, and wondering whether I need to cancel some of my commitments.

A late night, rugging up for a foreshore ride under a cloudy sky and preparing for a 250 words a day challenge.

Pacemaker
Miranda’s writing challenge

Waiting for a go, go, go signal and remembering a teepee and Bewsley.

Teepee
Mole of Bewsley

The end of an autumnal April, a bike ride home and a trail of Epsom Salts.