Apologies for the silence.
I'm back from France and with plenty to share with you all over the coming week.
The last couple of days on the Memoir Writing course were packed solid from dawn until dusk and that coupled with laptop meltdown and then delays getting home mean I'm just about surfacing and suddenly it's Sunday afternoon.
I'll post pictures and thoughts as and when but I can't recommend it all highly enough. I've met some fascinating people, made new friends in a warm and convivial atmosphere and plenty of moments I will never forget as long as I live.
At the final dinner I passed around the book that will be forever associated in my mind with the week, In Tearing Haste, and asked everyone to write in it. That single book now a treasure horde of very recognisable memories because words became the means by which we started to get to know each other as distinct voices emerged.
Here's what one person wrote,
'Please keep knitting the words, the books, the people into the wonderful tapestry you are making and thankyou.'
Then I remember the fine discussion I had with that same person about Paris and Emile Zola's wonderful book The Ladies' Paradise, so then they drew me a map of Paris to ensure that the next time I visit I find the best stationery shops in the city, thus do moments become memories and I have a huge winter's store of them ahead.