My Writing Space – Part Two

a place to write

Summer’s here and the days are now too long and too lovely to write in the cellar. I have decamped to the estuary, to the pier at Lower Halstow by the River Medway while the oystercatchers protest at my intrusion and the gulls wheel overhead. I have now written 30,000 words of  my book Estuary Life and feel the smell of the saltmarsh and the sounds of the estuary creeping into the pages as I sit on the end of the pier with my thermos and thoughts.

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