Thursday, September 26, 2024

Pushing, dog and supper by the river.

1. My walks are turning into runs.

2. A wiry orange dog with a whiskery face glances at my as a I pass.

3. Bettany and I eat supper on a sheltered terrace with the river slipping by below us and the rain falling outside.

Novel, coming back and ready for December.

1. In the early hours, I'm awake, all alone -- but I've got a new novel on my library app: a fenland gothic Saxon mystery called Mer...