
Finding my place in the new constellation.

Being visited by Loupi while sitting in the sun with my notebook and picnic.
Doug Neill‘s routine.

Inspired but also a little overwhelmed by an influx of writer-talk, and taking a walk to let it settle.
Allowing myself to play with my story.
Not making much progress with my writing but crossing bridges on a walk to Roquefere.

Appreciating the dog-eared, disordered and shambolic aspects of being.

A slow Sunday, walking and thinking about timelessness.

In search of marjoram and thyme and finding the mayor.

The rain has stopped – but not the self-doubt. A walk (or two)and fresh bread from the boulangier lighten up the day.

Tempting fate and getting drenched.