Sunny South of France
I came to La Muse on a whim. Following 9 months of writing, researching, travelling, festival madness and general hard work, when John emailed to say they had a spare room, I had my bags packed and flight booked within 24 hours. How happy I am to be back at my desk, overlooking the Black Mountains, the chestnut trees in full bloom and the scent of the chestnut flower lingering in the air. The sky is blue and sun shining.
Following days of reading, walking and eating I finally feel some words rising to the surface. They have not merged to create a story, long or short, but enough to create a post to say my first hello to the cyber world I have avoided for so long. A world I both fear and admire.
From my desk I watch the Kites soaring above, biding their time, until eventually they dive into the forest. A shrill call from the trees warns the animals in the forest of the intrusion and then a silence envelops the forest awhile, as the animals wonder who was dinner this time?