Thinking about shelter on this very blustery day.

Enjoying a day of sponteneity at the end of a week of surprises.

Looking for clarity on a beautiful, crisp morning.

Contemplating input from my Hexenschuss writing group and bracing myself for a very chilly walk.

Contemplating living with contradictions on this public holiday.

Back from my unplugged week and feeling a change in the air.

Finding it difficult to stay inside and write on this exquisite day and looking forward to my unplugged week.

A woollie-wash day and creating an Agony Aunt system for my storyline.

A trip to Radiology takes me back to Wheatsheaf days and a performance by John Clarke.

Another afternoon that feels too short as I head for the Writers’Cave and determine to vanquish the timeline.