This week I'm holed up in Ardormie Farm Cottage
, the latest in a series of Get-Way-And-Get-It-Written spots in the Scottish countryside that have helped me drive books forward and meet the looming menace of deadlines.
You can also find me over on The History Girls blog, posting about Bicycles and Revolution
(see what I did there?)
And in the most recent issue of Northwords Now
, there is a poem about a buzzard on page 17 that I like a lot ... You can have a look online, download the magazine onto your computer or your Kindle, or pick up a free paper copy from libraries, galleries, art centres and bookshops all over Scotland.
When I get back home I'll do my best to edit and post photos of the weasel that appeared outside my door here, dancing across the snow, crazy as paving. She was delightful but so blooming fast I've struggled to get more than a) a blur or b) the back end only or c) no weasel at all. And why was she dashing about with a leaf in her mouth? If anyone knows, get in touch!