Determined to finish my mediaeval novel I stopped posting messages. I have finished it and submitted it to literary agents. Phew!
I then went on holiday with my daughter and her three children which I enjoyed, although more fine weather would have been welcome.
On our last morning the wind gusted across the beach at 50 miles an hour. From the window of the café that overlooks Woolacombe Bay I watched surfers wearing wet suits riding the waves. I also looked down at intrepid parents trying to erect a windbreak and their hopeful children holding buckets and spades. A few hardy people attempted to walk along the shore.
While we were away I took my shorthand notepad everywhere and amongst other things noted the colour of the sky and sea when they changed according to the weather. Such observations are often useful when I am writing a novel.
