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!

Croatian National Theatre, Zagreb

I’m here at the ballet. My son isn’t in tonight’s pieces but it’s great to see all the people I hear him talking about on stage. What a privilege.

Lincoln is one of my favourite cities – that’s why I set In a Single Moment there. And I was lucky enough to be there very early this morning.