Today is cold with a sharp Northerly wind blowing straight down from the Arctic. But the sun is shining, and that makes things much better. The snow has not altogether gone, but hangs about in the shelter of stone walls, "waiting for a bit more to join it" as my old Mother used to say.
Today has been our monthly Writers' Meeting, and one of my favourites. Once a year we meet without any written piece to read. Instead, we are 'dealt' a postcard (face down) and we have around half an hour to look at it and write about it - spontaneously. If we find the post card totally uninspiring we can ask to change it, but otherwise we get our heads down and write.
There were twelve of us today. Postcards ranged from scenes (harbour, Venice), to paintings/drawings (Van Gogh), sketches - all manner of things. What resulted were twelve very diverse pieces of writing - all interesting - some long, some short and concise (I do wish I could do short and concise). Each writer read our their piece of work and then we had a discussion. It was a very jolly morning with a lovely group of people.
After lunch Tess and I had our first walk of the week down the lane. It has been too snowy and slippery until today but today was quite pleasant as long as you were wrapped up well. It's amazing what a difference a bit of sunshine makes isn't it?