June 07, 2022
I awoke in the Suffolk Shephard's hut to a beautiful sunny morning and wasted little time cracking on with my writing before the rest of the family awoke. Sat on the steps of the shepherd's hut, surrounded by wildflowers and fields and rabbits and an orchestra of birdsong felt like bliss - pure unadulterated heaven.
Later in the day, when the sun got too hot, I even managed to scratch my pen across a few further pages. So far, the extraordinary adventures of Jonathan Pyewackett seems to be almost writing itself. 😃