...looking enchanting, Porlock village in a fold of the hills, the sea a sturdy blue, meadows lush and green, and while I work at my computer in front of a wide window on to a lovely garden, there is birdsong, and two pigeons cooing.
Correcting proofs of forthcoming book, and working on a power-point for a talk to the NW Catholic Writers' Guild,to be held at the University Chaplaincy in Manchester. How extraordinary to be doing this while nourishing the eyes and heart by looking out on to a Medieval church, great hills with cloud and sunshine gently altering their colours moment by moment, and the sound of a rushing river - a reminder of those recent floods which soaked so much of the neighbouring parts of Somerset - mingling with the trilling of the birds.
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