East of the Sun. Carving out time to write, between room staging, viewings and landscape gardening.

Lock the study door ( Study ? Why not office ? Because it’s an old house, Charles I or II II. Office would sound too sleek, too modern. Refuse to hear any other sounds, not easy as the F 35s and F 15s scream across the sky. Pretend I’m Trollope, and make myself write forContinue reading “East of the Sun. Carving out time to write, between room staging, viewings and landscape gardening.”

East of the Sun On holiday by mistake ? What happened next ? ( with brownies)

Who’s that knocking ? Strangers at the door, Part II  Howling wind and rain, desperate knocking, and that heartsink moment…. In winter, strangers at the door means just one thing… On holiday or just a day’s hike, they’re lost. Catastrophically lost… The mistake, nearly always ? (apart from ever coming near soggy Westmorland ) They’ve missed theContinue reading “East of the Sun On holiday by mistake ? What happened next ? ( with brownies)”

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