When a thousand years is but a breath…

France & Vincent

Avebury SE weekend - Oving

After several days away from the keyboard, I am back and beginning the long process of catching up. Even after some seriously severe pruning, the inboxes are blossoming and the emails seem to be setting seed and cross pollinating quicker than wildflowers. That’s okay… it has been entirely worthwhile!

Avebury SE weekend - fields

I would not, of course, wish anyone to think there was the slightest dereliction of duty here. Nor fun. Not at all. Wednesday evening, I collected the first of my visitors and we manfully… or, in my case, hobbitfully, faced the onerous task of opening a wine bottle over supper and talking half the night. Which, you understand, was purely writerly business. I left my visitor working next morning, keeping Ani occupied with tennis balls and making sure she was warm on the sofa while I went to cook and clean for my son. There was just time for the beast…

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