muddy puddles and splashing raindrops.......

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

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