This morning our Writers' Group had a short course, conducted by our Joint Chairman, about writing non-fiction articles for magazines. It was such an interesting couple of hours, with everyone participating and such a lot of good advice for anyone who wished to submit such work. I rarely do so these days, although, having submitted a poem to The Dalesman magazine several years ago, I find that they have published it this month - and sent me an unexpected cheque in payment. A lovely surprise.
After the class friend S and I went out for lunch together - to a local restaurant we both like (crab cakes, salad and chips before you ask). It is a lovely country restaurant, approached by a road where llamas graze in a field and where a Brahma cockerel and his two White Sussex hens watch from just above the Car Park. Came home feeling rather full of crab cakes, but managed to do one or two jobs which urgently needed doing, so not a wasted day work wise.
The weather has turned decidedly wintry today, so I shall now light the wood burner and get the house warm.