I was supposed to be going to Devon tomorrow for a final blast of sun and salt sea air before the biscuit tin is shut up for the winter. Not to mention a blow across Dartmoor with Ted. But I am too poorly to go and shall be spending at least the next two days in bed with a succession of mugs of hot milk and rum. Here's what I'm going to be missing.
Thanks, Caroline. I shall have to go down but only to shut the biscuit tin up for winter. That said, my novel which is set on Dartmoor is coming out in January, so I shall have reason to go down there a lot to try and sell it. Always good to have an excuse!
I hope you feel much better soon, Deborah, and manage to squeeze in some salted air before the winter storms really set in!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Caroline. I shall have to go down but only to shut the biscuit tin up for winter. That said, my novel which is set on Dartmoor is coming out in January, so I shall have reason to go down there a lot to try and sell it. Always good to have an excuse!
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