Heading Home

I’ve come to the end of my fortnight of Albigensian Goat Wrestling; and so this morning I was up early to catch the train back to Lille, and then from Lille back to London, and then from London back to Leicester, where I’ll arrive some time late in the evening. And I’m pleased to say that it’s been a success in that I’m returning with a substantially revised manuscript of Goat Music (as well as a couple of bottles of good local Gaillac wine…).

I’m writing this from Toulouse station on my iPad, as my laptop this morning has decided that enough is enough, and has stopped working. It was decidedly thoughtful of it to wait until the book was finished before doing so. I’ve not yet got the hang of writing on the iPad, but it has a demonic auto-correct that turns half of what I write into gibberish, so apologies for the scrappiness of this post.

Of course, “finished” is a relative, rather than an absolute, term. I’m going to be passing the manuscript to a few friends to read, and reading through myself to make a few changes. But all being well, Goat Music should be seeing the light of day next year.

There’s not a great deal else to say. but I thought it worth posting an update if nothing else than for the sake of the lovely little 19th century Russian print of a goat and a bear that adorns this post. As my last book was about bears coming and going over the mountain, at least figuratively, and as this one is about goats, it seemed fitting.