Beverley...

Ended up in Beverley last night, feeling cold and old. At least it was a good writing day; I feel I’m really cracking on with the book. On gloomy days I’m getting up early, flipping the laptop open and trying to write for an hour or two. It’s the best time of the day for me, when writing seems easy rather than a chore…

Another pub at twilight, in Otley...