Talking from my bed after a day of travelling, walking, eating ice cream and trying to still a crying baby.

The real #536 this time!!!

Watching a game of chess in a noisy park and remembering Bern and my Dad.

A wet walk to my first Qi Gong class of the year and reflecting on my rather short week.

Taking a break on Knocklofty after a stint of writing and feeling very lucky to be in Tasmania.

Changing my routine gives me a new boost of creative energy.

My Bus Mall Writers’ Cave and keeping going.

The first sweetcorn and reading Joan Paton Walsh & Dorothy Sayers A Presumption of Death.

Walking in changeable weather and trying to clear up a big mess I made on Sunday.

Spending time with my mother’s diaries on her birthday.

Army camp, gin palaces and the arrival of two cranky babies.