|A Room with a View|
Been absent as I was away for a week in my favourite place ever minus email, phone, Internet. Anything and everything actually.
It was the annual writing week in the Lakes with the girls, Nancy, Emmeline and Sybil.
Sybil didn't take me climbing over 5 mountains for a change as she was laid up with a cold - and so I tucked into leftovers instead.
I'm now a bit heavier and laid up with a cold.
Sniff. Sniff. Sniffle.
In the meantime here is a picture taken from the window midway up the staircase of our secret Cumbrian hideout.
Adventures were had, food was eaten, less wine than usual was drunk, and stories were written. I'm now editing my novel which is a fine feeling to have.
Drama came in the form of:
A daylight robbery
An 84 year-old retired man came to our rescue down a dark, wet, scary road.
A farmer got us (me) very drunk (were you other ladies very drunk?)
We ate curry with retired Oxford man and wife
The girls ate cheese, I did not.
The steak was good.
We collected sticks for the fire.
There were flies in my bed, mice in the walls, and a big fat moon looking down over us.
Ah, rural bliss.