were all part of this mornings constitutional. The leaves already tinged yellow covered the trees and dripped onto the path ahead. Vista's disappeared into a grey misty wall of moisture and I was only too happy that my characters were in another world safe and dry. It feels strange to have a house with no characters peeping out at you saying dress me next...my mind needs space and time to mull over the next story, take the next step along a line to who knows where, so until that happens and I can share thoughts in words, Follow this line to a winter wonderland.....
playing in the woodland
pockets ready to be filled
at Shire hall gallery and on her own she awaits for news