Rainbow over Bulbarrow

Mr S and I have now moved to our new home. It’s the wettest summer ever, but that does make for the odd rainbow. We don’t have anything fancy like curtains yet, so dawn (and next door’s cockerel) wakes us and we watch the morning light rise behind the hill.

At my desk I’m busy finishing the new book which is called ‘The Gallery of Vanished Husbands’. It’s coming along nicely and I’m managing not to be too distracted by the arrival of things like a custom dresser for the kitchen. When I say ‘custom’, I mean we found it in a vintage market in Bridport, and when it was delivered discovered that our measurements were off by about 4inches. The bottom had to be sawn off – so now it fits perfectly.

So, I’m playing house in the real world and in my imagination…