London can be busy and dirty and overwhelming at times, but when the sun shines it really is a world-beating city.

I’m here for a conference though so I’m missing all the blue skies.

This was a magical moment. A walk on the beach in Wells-Next-the-Sea was interrupted by this. He/she just swam up to me, popped out of the sea and said hello.

What a privilege!

It’s bluebell season here in Yorkshire. Despite  the mud and the rain and the very chilly skies, up they push.

It’s not as good a crop as it sometimes is and the lack of warmth means that we don’t seem to have the scent, but they are still a sight to behold.

I’m so lucky to be back in the Tuscan countryside for the third time teaching a Writer’s Retreat.

And look. This time I have some help!