Here I am, larking/goofing/mucking around amid the bluebells of Buckinghamshire in a wood where I kept expecting to see a fawn and a lamp-post.
Past their best here, the flowers are pale and ghostly and very beautiful I think.
Have had a gorgeous bank holiday weekend, with lots of sunshine and good food (chocolate, strawberry cheesecake ice-cream & vegetarian lasagne; though not all at the same time - obv). The only dark cloud on the horizon has been my latest book which has been playing up, big time.
Gabe Steel is proving a delicious but very stubborn hero.