'Heaven Can Wait'
Good Afternoon,
Fellow Readers and Authors,
Well guess what? It’s Friday again, and the weekend has already started here in Dorset. As always, I hope all of you had a great week wherever you are in this world.
Last weekend with my son and grandson, and Sundays father’s day outing, had been truly wonderful. With a walk around a Sussex country park, followed by a nice lunch together, the weather certainly blessed our excursion.
The following day, and as per our plan for a trip to Scotland, Vera2 and I left Sussex, and headed West to Hampshire. I had arranged to say goodbye to friends in the New Forest, and a stopover for a few days.
Sadly, it was as I parked up, I noticed the diesel leak from the two tanks that supply the diesel heater in the rear garage area. Fortunately, I caught it in time, and there was no damage just the inconvenience of washing the area down, and getting rid of the smell of fossil fuel.
It was late, and darkness was setting in before the task was completed, and the thought of dinner was just that, as it was far too late to cook at that time of night. Making do with a hearty Red Leicester cheese sandwich, with lashing of Branston pickle, dinner never tasted so good.
Tuesday came, and the last of the prep work was completed by the evening, and after a proper meal this time, Vera and I were set to conquer Everest!
Our friends departed the following day, heading back to the midlands, and the site slowly emptied out as others followed suit. So with nothing better to do, I set up an easy chair, and had an afternoon nap.
The following morning we set off to Dorset and Jezz and Heidi’s farm, as I had promised to drop off a book before heading north. It was then I lived out that ‘curve ball’ moment once again, as I have so many times before in my life. I am sure there are those amongst you who know exactly what I mean.
During the course of the phone conversation, my aspirations for Scotland didn’t evaporate completely, they were slightly extended by a day or two. Well, five weeks actually. The caller had got my number from an advert, where I had offered up an few hours a week of my time, for a free pitch on a farm.
There is here in the UK, a huge network of travellers who do this throughout the year. Working on farms and small holdings for a few hours a week in exchange for a haven to park up in. Friends of mine had suggested this an economical way of travelling while I write. It also offers the opportunity to meet fellow writers and artists along the way.
Later Thursday afternoon, we arrived at the farm. The plan for the weekend remained the same, however on Monday morning we were now heading west now to Cornwall, and not north to Scotland.
I did have to laugh to myself though, as I thought of Joe Pendleton (Heaven Can Wait). My dream would still be there, and my trip to Scotland would happen. It would just have to wait a while. But that’s life, and the curve ball’s it can deliver.
Link - https://tinyurl.com/52stw8ty
In the meantime, I would like to thank you as always for your support with all of my novels, it is sincerely appreciated.
Stay safe, and keep reading and writing, and most of all, follow your dreams whatever they may be. 😊
Best Wishes
AR
Fellow Readers and Authors,
Well guess what? It’s Friday again, and the weekend has already started here in Dorset. As always, I hope all of you had a great week wherever you are in this world.
Last weekend with my son and grandson, and Sundays father’s day outing, had been truly wonderful. With a walk around a Sussex country park, followed by a nice lunch together, the weather certainly blessed our excursion.
The following day, and as per our plan for a trip to Scotland, Vera2 and I left Sussex, and headed West to Hampshire. I had arranged to say goodbye to friends in the New Forest, and a stopover for a few days.
Sadly, it was as I parked up, I noticed the diesel leak from the two tanks that supply the diesel heater in the rear garage area. Fortunately, I caught it in time, and there was no damage just the inconvenience of washing the area down, and getting rid of the smell of fossil fuel.
It was late, and darkness was setting in before the task was completed, and the thought of dinner was just that, as it was far too late to cook at that time of night. Making do with a hearty Red Leicester cheese sandwich, with lashing of Branston pickle, dinner never tasted so good.
Tuesday came, and the last of the prep work was completed by the evening, and after a proper meal this time, Vera and I were set to conquer Everest!
Our friends departed the following day, heading back to the midlands, and the site slowly emptied out as others followed suit. So with nothing better to do, I set up an easy chair, and had an afternoon nap.
The following morning we set off to Dorset and Jezz and Heidi’s farm, as I had promised to drop off a book before heading north. It was then I lived out that ‘curve ball’ moment once again, as I have so many times before in my life. I am sure there are those amongst you who know exactly what I mean.
During the course of the phone conversation, my aspirations for Scotland didn’t evaporate completely, they were slightly extended by a day or two. Well, five weeks actually. The caller had got my number from an advert, where I had offered up an few hours a week of my time, for a free pitch on a farm.
There is here in the UK, a huge network of travellers who do this throughout the year. Working on farms and small holdings for a few hours a week in exchange for a haven to park up in. Friends of mine had suggested this an economical way of travelling while I write. It also offers the opportunity to meet fellow writers and artists along the way.
Later Thursday afternoon, we arrived at the farm. The plan for the weekend remained the same, however on Monday morning we were now heading west now to Cornwall, and not north to Scotland.
I did have to laugh to myself though, as I thought of Joe Pendleton (Heaven Can Wait). My dream would still be there, and my trip to Scotland would happen. It would just have to wait a while. But that’s life, and the curve ball’s it can deliver.
Link - https://tinyurl.com/52stw8ty
In the meantime, I would like to thank you as always for your support with all of my novels, it is sincerely appreciated.
Stay safe, and keep reading and writing, and most of all, follow your dreams whatever they may be. 😊
Best Wishes
AR
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