End of July and it’s the magnificent ‘Buck Moon’ spilling its eerie golden glow over the sea. It’s like a river of gold flowing towards you to remind us of our connection to former times when such events were celebrated. It marks the time for renewal when the male deer grow back their velvety antlers ready for the new season’s rut.

It’s been so hot and dry. No decent ‘wet’ rain for a couple of months and we’ve been declared a drought area. The garden is really trying but there are signs of an early autumn everywhere. But there are moments when we’re Glad All Over as the gladdies have been a terrific show.



The aggies are giving it their best shot before the big die back and the honeysuckles have spread their tentacles along the fence to takeover and perfume the lower garden. It is one of life’s simple pleasures to sit here in the evening and take in the fragrance.




And of the gull chicks that fell off the roof? All three went down and found the pond for their drinks. They survived on the ground for long enough to fledge and today they’re flying around as speckled brown newbies. Just got to clear up their mess now.


Work on the new book continues slowly as I’m trapped in the forever edit cycle which I rather enjoy. And I’ve been working on a script for a play of Louisa’s Lament. Following advice, I’ve worked out how to condense the story into a 90-minute piece for three actors. It’s like getting in the groove of the clever guys who form the National Theatre of Brent where two actors take all the parts in big fat books to tell the story in 60 minutes. It’s the ultimate ‘Executive Summary’. What a much-needed skill!



















































































