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Oh, What a Lovely War! Hm.

The Vicar of Dibley, hm.

Christmas, hm.

And now a New Year.

Hm.

Life has been busy. Even Christmas has been busy . . . with family and friends, with sorting out all the accumulated things to sort out that have piled up because of work and theatre, work and theatre and life and everything else.

So it’s not been much of a rest, which I usually like at this time of year, but it feels great to be in control again. There is hectic and hectic and I prefer hectic to hectic, although control is even more preferable.

And I did relax a bit . . .

. . . on Woolacombe beach.

So now I aim to write more and add more to the novel.

I hope you had a good Christmas too and wish you a happy, healthy and prosperous New Year.

Boxing Day at Woolacombe

We went for a walk with our dogs on Woolacombe beach on Boxing Day . . .

Woolacombe, Devon in the evening sunlight on Boxing Day 2008

Woolacombe, Devon in the evening sunlight on Boxing Day 2008

. . . and the light was wonderfully clear . . .

Woolacombe, Devon in the evening sunlight on Boxing Day 2008

Woolacombe, Devon in the evening sunlight on Boxing Day 2008

. . . and as the sun went down . . .

The waves of the incoming tide on Woolacombe Beach, Devon on Boxing Day 2008

The waves of the incoming tide on Woolacombe Beach, Devon on Boxing Day 2008

. . . the views got better and better . . .

Sunset over Woolacombe, North Devon on Boxing Day 2008

Sunset over Woolacombe, North Devon on Boxing Day 2008

. . . who could ask for anything more?