Dear Musers
After the last time I wrote, I thought, I’ll write again soon, I’ll make this a weekly thing where I’ll pop my thoughts in a note to you. A week passed, then two, then more. Anyway, here I am again, finally.
This time I’m at the lovely place that we love to retreat to write. Unfortunately, there are only three of our group of seven, but it still holds all the magic. As I pull off the bitumen onto the dirt road, my heart and brain say, here you are, you know what to do here, it’s time to write.
The room I am faces a small kitchen garden where little wrens hop around. The sun is warm and it is a joy to be here, to have time in nature with my writing.
A couple of weeks before the referendum, when we all had hope in our hearts and on our sleeves, hubby and I went camping. Some friends were joining us but wouldn’t get there until the next day. We…
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