Sudden sunshine on the café as I am drawn to it to wake me up on this grey day.

Disappointed that the predicted snow didn’t fall but enjoying the clear-headedness that the cold brings.

Bringing in the washing on a day filled with writing engagement.

Ditching my first podcast in favour of talking to you now that I am in much better spirits.

Sketching myself a list so that it feels playful rather than arduous.

And Mole Out Loud #606 (the real thing)

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.