It’s 2.49pm, I’ve had the morning off thinking about writing. I am now hoping to surprise myself with an unusual burst of afternoon activity ahead of a hoped-for trip to the cinema in the early evening. You never know, I seem to work well with small windows of opportunity for greatness.
The photo today is from the church where my dad is buried, a pretty part-Norman church at the bottom of the Pilgrim’s Way.
Today’s chapter marks the beginning of the final quarter of my memoir, my 30s. I am still undecided about when/with what I will start the decade.
It is now 5.17 pm so it took a fair while to get going but chapter 31 is stenoed and it was a lovely nostalgia fest for me as it was about my chiminea and very, very happy, fun times spent sitting around while food cooked slowly in the chiminea, often after a digging session at the allotment in the months it took to clear it and make it usable.