I’m still standing behind this hotel bar in France, waiting for my holiday. I have vague plans for driving to the Loire valley in April, to re-visit some of the places I knew when I was a student. I’ve been writing about those times, and hope to add more significant detail to my account.
Getting up in the morning can be a problem, but not one I suffer from fortunately. I've always been able to wake easily without an alarm, and am generally up shortly after 6.00 am. I don't go downstairs for quite a while. I start the day in my small book-lined study and write three pages of thought s and ideas, longhand and in ink, while I drink the first cup of tea of the day, made in a teapot. Classic FM plays quietly in the background. I feel very lucky.