Rainy. Misty. Beatiful.

I'm on my last night down here; I go back home tomorrow. Although there is a tinge of regret, I love my house - and it's not like Isobelle is going to suddenly dump this place on the market. It's gorgeous. I remember when she got it; about forty years ago. 

Of course it wasn't nearly as refined then... But the view remains unchanged. So, I'll be down again! To watch the waves roll in and the mist cover the hills.

Most I think would like the summer months. I like them, but the days like today are excellent writing weather and somehow, writing just comes easier.

We are pretty committed when we are down here. We religiously write. But when we're not writing, we bounce around ideas that somehow turn into stories. That is interceded with laughter - in other words, we have a great time.