It is our first true Wintery weekend. It was a strange Summer, either blisteringly hot or just mild like Spring. Then Indian Summer lasted longer than usual right through till April until the weather cooled. When I was young I longed for Summer and hated being cold. Now that I am older I find the heat harder to cope with and have felt a sense of relief at the dawn of this winter. Aaargh, ageing what a wondrous, mystical process it is!
Entering this blog is just a form of procrastination to take me away from editing my second book. I love writing, not so keen on editing.