We’re fine …

You’ll be pleased we’ve moved from the cliff edge. That’s not a euphenism for the fact we’ve decided to emigrate and leave you all before we have to get our passports out to cross the border into Kent. No, I mean literally. We now in northern Lincolnshire among some fishing lakes, but a short cycle to the seaside town of Mablethorpe – which, counter to any preconception – is lovely. 

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We stayed for two weeks at John and Jenny’s and had a lovely time, on the east coast of Yorkshire. Sure, we could have done without the wind, but at 50 feet up you have the accept some buffering. 

We’re both fine. This time next week we should be home and just a short spell before we catch the plane to Seoul. The government’s latest restrictions look unlikely to prevent us from getting to Heathrow. And everything in Korea is reasonably calm. So, we should just make it. And, thank goodness for that. It’s going to be a long six months for all of us, I feel, and we’re getting away for 6 weeks. And I do sense that we are not there yet with the severity of the restrictions. His Borisness didn’t go for ‘zero-covid’ (there was no way he could, after he locked us down two weeks late), so we’re going to have to live (and, I’m sorry to say for some, die) with it. 

I don’t think that’s going to change much for us. We will continue to be sensible, see who we need and keep in our own little bubble. We’re lucky in that regard – because we can get by with just each other for company, and WhatsApp for catching up with our kids, wherever they are. For many others, being forced to be alone is incredibly hurtful, and I feel for those people. Sorry if you are one of those people.

I am racing away with book seven. I’m currently about 27,000 words in and should be close to 50,000 by the time we get on the plane. In an ideal world I’ll be finished early, that is by the time we get on the plane to come home. That would give me a chance to get Of Black Bulls and White Horses out there before Christmas. I still have no grip on the plot, although there is, as always, a lot happening. I am loving it … which is great, save the fact that books sales have fallen of the cliff (not the same cliff we stayed on for two weeks). I don’t know how that works. There is literally nothing happening (I think I’ve sold two books in the last two weeks). I might run a give away this weekend and see if I can get things going.

Anyhow. That’s it from me. I hope you are all well … oh, and hello to Jonathan Peace. He’s an old friend from Wells and I thought I had lost touch with him. But he still reads the blog and got in touch yesterday. The good news is he now lives in France – somewhere for Doris to rest on the way down to the Med. Brill.

Stay safe everywhere.