Holiday

I came on holiday optimistic that I would write reams. In reality I have written very little. Well on paper anyway. My husband took us for a six mile yomp and in between concentrating where I was putting my feet and trying to get enough energy for the next step, I did write two poems. I could only vaguely remember one when we returned to the holiday barn. My excuse for not writing is that I am having a head cleanse. I’m enjoying the slightly spaced out relaxed feeling I have in the Lake District. This was enhanced greatly yesterday evening by half a bottle of red wine. I’m getting ideas a plenty, particularly from reading Cumbria Life, the local monthly magazine. There seems to be a theme in their real person stories. That is that human beings are incredibly adaptable and from adversity or life change they produce new lives with positive purpose. I am just hoping that when I return home the rest and relaxation will result in increased writing productivity.