First decent walk of the year yesterday with Jane. We walked on the moor where the path was a little muddy here and there. Gorgeous views over to the Tors with a big clear sky. About five ponies suddenly appeared from the trees in skittish mode. They were beautiful, various colours, with a grey mare bringing up the rear – she was heavily pregnant and quite fed up looking and going at a much more sedate pace. Finished off our walk at the Skylark pub feeling we had earned our fish and chips.
Watched my little 9 year old granddaughter Daisy doing her bit at a competition organised by the Rotary Club here in Tavistock. Three children in each team from many schools in the area debating a huge variety of topics – Daisy was talking about immigration of all things. She stood there and clearly and confidently spoke out without notes in front of about 100 people. My heart was in my mouth willing her not to forget what she was saying. She didn’t, bless her. Beginning to wind up the new story now, pulling all the loose threads together. I will have to go through it all again to make a few adjustments to earlier chapters. Hope I’m doing the right thing for all my characters giving them the satisfactory conclusion they deserve.
The plot threads are coming together and I have an idea how things will end. Thinking about it meant my mind was too busy and it took a long time to get to sleep last night. This morning I found myself putting on my make-up as usual and then wondering why because I have no intention of going anywhere today. Yesterday I played games all afternoon with Millie, my 3 year old granddaughter. We had a pretend birthday party for the dolls and teddies. After a rendition of Happy Birthday to You I started to blow out the ‘candles’ and got told off because it was dolly’s birthday and she had to do it.
Nearly killed the cat. I had no idea (how can it have escaped me?) that lilies are fatal to cats. Merely brushing against them can cause a terrible reaction – cats on drips the vet tells me. I don’t normally have lilies in the house but did so last weekend, putting the vase on the window ledge where Lucy likes to sit to observe the birds outside. No more lilies then. Getting on with the new story and something unexpected as happened as often does. Caught up with the characters now and desperately wanting to resolve things for them. Terrible storms at the weekend meant I was trapped indoors which was an opportunity to press on with the writing.
The birds are costing me a fortune. They adore the fat-balls and the nuts, less sure about the red berry suet tray. The problem is I park the car beside the bird feeding station and they make a mess all over it as a nice thank you to me. On the way back into Tavistock yesterday from a trip over to Barnstable, I noticed a grassy bank full of daffodils – yes, it is early but it was a welcome sight. Met up with my lovely writing friends in Barnstable – we are all busy with our writing and it’s always good to chat to like-minded people who understand what it is that keeps us going. It’s often a frustrating business but we are all hooked on it. Oh, and it’s an excuse for a sticky cake and coffee too.