Yesterday when I woke up my joints ached and I felt old and gruesome, but the sun was shining and I had to go to Bakewell on errands, so I decided not to drive, but to cycle down the Trail to Bakewell.
As soon as I set off down the lane I felt better. Fresh air always improves my mood. It makes me feel alive. The ride on an empty Trail was wonderful. The dog walkers had already been and gone and the visitors had not yet arrived. And Bakewell is so lovely without the tourists. November after half term is one of the quieter times as far as tourists go.
The trees on the Trail were lovely too.
I’m sitting in bed reading one of my books - Even When They Know You.
It’s the last novel I wrote. It’s about losing a best friend, and is based on my losing my best friend Mary. It’s ten years ago since she died, but I have been missing her this week, and later this morning I’m having coffee with one of her daughters.
Anyway…I’m really enjoying the book and seeing things I never saw in previous readings. ( Yes, I know it’s odd when I wrote the thing!) One thing I’m seeing is how flawed the narrator is: that’s interesting.
Tomorrow I’m going with a friend to the opening of an exhibition at the Fronteer Gallery in Sheffield. This painting of mine is in it.
Have a good weekend.
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