It looks as though we survived the whole end of the world thing. Here at Greenfield Acres life goes on as crazily as it ever has.
The little vintage shop we own doubled in size on the twelfth of the twelfth of the twelfth at 12:12...and we survived the upheaval that caused and the buzz is out. We've already supplied seasonal gifts for some of the local authors our part of the world seems to breed. Of course I couldn't possibly mention any names, but just think equestrianism and sex and you'll be in the right ball park.
Mrs G and I are exhausted, but there is a short break on the horizon. We're off to our favourite little Pembrokeshire hidey hole. Nestling on the cliffs above Amroth with expansive views of the Atlantic Ocean. I threatened the kids that I'm taking part in the New Year's Day swim... (I already went skinny dipping in October...) but it's not happening - we just like to wind them up. They should left home years ago, so they deserve a scare from time to time.
My book, Slow Poison, is picking up some good reads. The story is set at this time of year and is well worth checking out. (Here's a link to a free sample read: Slow Poison Sampler )
You'll have noticed another link at the top of this blog. It's a link to a favourite track of mine from David Ireland. A gentle little protest song of sorts called 'A Shropshire Lad'. Well worth a listen. Listen to 'A Shropshire Lad'
A few more days of trading in the vintage store before we head to Wales to recharge the depleted batteries. I may have a chance to write a few more thoughts before the end of the year. Let me take this opportunity to wish you all the very best for the season with a big helping of love and peace and harmony for good measure.
Happy Christmas, Cas
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