Decisions.

Decisions. Decisions. Cornwall might be warm or flippin’ freezing and I’m damned if I carrying down loads of clothes I’ll never wear. You see, I’ve got books, important ones and ones I want to read, and yes, some are heavy. I’m going by train so I can’t just throw in those ‘just in case’ items. I half watched Harrsion Ford in Firewall. It absolutely chucked it down most of the way through. I’ve been in weather like that – in Cornwall. So while weather is good to project mood in fiction, it’s rubbish when you have to guess what conditions will be like in a Cornish April.

Ground rush

My two weeks in Kernow cottage seemed a long way off, but it’s getting closer, much closer. It’s like parachuting out of a plane, the euphoria is amazing and the ground seems a long way off. You look around at the view and you know you have to land, but that isn’t on your mind. Then suddenly you realise that ground is closer than you think, and you have to get ready for your parachute landing fall. And you think you ready, you look down at the last moment, (you’ve been told not to), and suddenly the ground is coming at you like a locomotive. And bang you hit it! And you hope to do better next time, but you sort of know some lessons are learned the hard way.

Packing up

I'm a bit of a stickler for getting things right. So I'm making lists and packing for Cornwall. It's early I know, but for me that's part of the fun. I have to bring food so am looking out for travel sized containers for salt and washing up liquid. That way I don't have to buy big containers of the stuff and leave it there.

Kernow Cottage

I've off to deepest Cornwall for two weeks. It's a writer retreat and a chance for me to immerse myself in my next book. I'm excited and scared. It's Du Maurier country, raw, beautiful and wild. I'll be alone. No TV, radio, internet. No nothing.

La Vida Scriba

The life and adventures of La Vida Scriba as they unfold.