Willows in the Rain

Buffeted by a bothersome breeze

Glossy curls weep

Drip

Concealing limbs

Sinewy

Sinuous

Bending

With the weight of rain

Holding up anaemic clouds

Above our riotous garden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAMqGga4hGw     

The rain seems to have taken hold. Some people may be disappointed that the summer has turned wet but I love the smell and the coolness of rain. Bring on autumn, my favourite season. It was a shame, however, that it spoiled the Worstead Festival and the Shakespeare performance yesterday. In the end, I didn’t go to either as I wasn’t feeling up to it – too nauseous and suffering from extreme stomach pains. I couldn’t even see Much Ado from the window upstairs as the hedge on the opposite side of our road has grown so high. Thankfully, equilibrium has been restored and I will venture out this morning to collect my new glasses. It means a drive to Sprowston Park and Ride – what a godsend – and a short ride on the bus, which I love. It’s a fifteen minute window through which to observe the city of Norwich. It’s so different to our village: more and bigger buildings, different types of houses, shops, traffic and people. Some days I don’t see anyone from the moment my husband leaves for work to the moment he comes home; the only people I interact with are the characters in my own writing and in the books I read. Although I love Norwich, the curiosity and excitement of the city visit doesn’t last long. My phobia kicks in and it takes a strong nerve to survive crowds in shops and on pavements.That’s why I plan to get the bus back before lunch time.

I haven’t written any more of The Haunted Tide since Friday. It’s not a block. There are plenty of ideas working their way around my head and into my system, and I know that they will find their way out. This blog has taken over for the time being, until I get into the rhythm and it becomes a preamble to the next chapter.