Up with the lark, or even before the lark and the crows and the sparrows. The rain has been thundering on the caravan roof for most of the night and it's still falling heavily from the dark night skies as I stumble out the the van door at ridiculous o'clock in the morning. In real... Continue Reading →
A Town, a Castle, a Hill
The rain is hammering on the caravan roof and my head is thumping. Snuggling back under the duvet I try to block out the sound of the rain and my wine infused headache. God what a good night it was though. In between heavy showers the sun tries to peek through the clouds. My phone... Continue Reading →