We found Mrs Weasley's dress shop, and I picked up a ridiculously long strand of pearls to add to my growing collection.
Write, re-write.
I've never had to re-write a chapter so many times. I've started it three times now, and I just can't seem to get where I want to go! It's strange, isn't it? When the words just seemed to flow so easily before, and now I've hit a wall and can't find the door through it. … Continue reading Write, re-write.
Not Blenheim and Chatsworth, surely?
We resume our story in Bath. The morning that we were due to leave, I Facetimed my best friend back home in Australia to show her the Royal Crescent which was just a short walk from our hotel. Then we had breakfast - which was beeee-utiful! - and we hit the road bound for Blenheim. … Continue reading Not Blenheim and Chatsworth, surely?
Victoria Clarke 