Yesterday I spent the day in Stamford. It was my turn to help clean the chapel, but we didn’t have to do much as intrepid Bill (an Irishman in his 70’s with a bad shoulder) had already cleaned half the building. Thank you Bill! While waiting for my fellow cleaners in the garden the sun came out and then a strange cat appeared. All black except for the tip of its tail which was white, it was long and lean with a long face, like an ancient Egyptian cat. And as soon as it saw me it started talking and staring at me as if attempting to hypnotize me into producing some nice tinned tuna out of the air. The day was pleasant if exhausting (not so much the cleaning as the walking around carrying a heavy bag). After several hours in the bookstore I bought a sandwich and walked to the meadow near the river where I found some photos as it started to rain. These were some of my favorite shots of the day.
Yesterday I came home too shattered to write, but I did get some work done today. Dancing the Maypole is nearly wrapped…Monday I shall start the second half of chapter 50 (and unless the book needs an Epilogue) it will be done.
You are lucky to live in a beautiful place. Your pics show us not only your interests but your world though your eyes. The lonely swan may swim alone but he is still very stately. Is it a shame that only his own kind fine him lacking. The photos of the rain and Stanford bridge is lovely!
@donna
Thanks for your lovely comments! You always make me smile. I’ve already started dancing (it may go on for a while), but I’m trying to clear my mind of preconceived ideas of the epilogue as well so I can write the right story. I think I know what happens, but I could be completely wrong (probably am).
It’s the perfect day to write…the rain is lashing down so there’s no temptation to dance down the street. We’ll see what happens! I can be pretty sure aliens won’t land in Regency England, but other than that anything goes! May your week be filled with beauty!