Maybe it's just me, but when October rolls around and the autumnal colour hits the leaves, I start to get that creative tingling creeping through me.
Monday will arrive bringing my birthday with it. That could be part of the tingling thing. But really, I've had far too many to still be experiencing any kind of excitement. Ah, but when you write for a living, every single thought has potential, every act has a literary passage lurking somewhere in the background. So, of course I'm tingling!
This year's birthday gift from Mrs G is a goodie! It involves the re-charging of the batteries. Big time.
Sunday morning early will find us heading out toward the Severn, taking the far road to Ross for a little R&R at the boot sale at the old cattle market. (We'll avoid the greasy spoon breakfast of dead pig slices and beans however...)
And then we take the open road that will lead us to the magic world of Pembrokeshire. Dog and one son will be with us, another son will join us later.
We'll be staying at one of our favourite haunts in a farmhouse overlooking the ocean. There s something wonderful about returning to a tried and tested spot: the home-made scones will be waiting, a bottle of red and some dog biscuits and a ten minute chat with Ann from the farm and then we begin the recharging process.
Our one regret is that we raved too much about the place when we had first visited it - now it's hard to find a free spot to take our breaks. So this year, joy of joys, the free spot is my birthday present.
We are only ever here during this season and somehow we always have to most beautiful weather. Blue skies, bright days, warm sea...
I may become a little silent for the next few days - the internet connection there is patchy. But I'll be back, fully charged, raring to go and officially one year older.
Mrs G is good at choosing birthday presents. Yay!
Follow this link to share a taste of the gentle calm I hope to find.
Barafundle
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