Doesn’t the world feel better when it’s sunny? Mr S and I have been able to go for our customary walk and ponders. I find it so hard to write when I’m stuck inside. I know I could just put on my mac and wellie boots and go out, but somehow I sit and stare out my study window and mope instead.
I pace out my stories as I pace in the fields, and when I can’t do that, I feel stuck both literally and figuratively. I think I am rather difficult to be around at the moment: I am either writing Fred or fretting about her. Good job we have lots of gin.
Here is a picture Mr S took of me out walking in the sunshine. And I’m wearing a rather fetching yokel smock too.