When you are little, and poorly, there’s nothing better than being tucked up on the sofa with a mug of cocoa and cheese on toast. And having a day off school. Well, I just had a sort of adult version of that, though I wasn’t ill – well, no more than is usual. I went on a writer’s retreat for a couple of days and although I didn’t spend my time watching telly languishing on the sofa, I was very well looked after by the lovely Deborah and Bob who run Retreats for you in Sheepwash, Devon.
I needed some time and space to focus on my novel-in-progress as I approach the end. It was just what I needed. And my novel.
What a lovely couple, a gorgeous house, in a proper Devon village. With sheep and everything.
I can’t wait to go back…