It’s the most lovely morning.
The kind of morning I wish I’d had my camera with me.
Everything still and peaceful, a haze across the mountains of Snowdonia.
This week eight years ago I picked up the keys to what was then called Bodlondeb — our new little house. It means tranquillity. The house is now renamed The Eyrie, in honour of Lee and our love for birds, in particular birds of prey and apt given the proximity to Snowdon — Snowdonia being Eryri or Eagle.
And some eight years on, and although things never turned out the way they were supposed to, I am still here and as strong as ever — loving life. Although I am now ready for the new chapter and hope someone comes along soon and falls in love with The Eyrie as we did. Then it will be time to move back closer to family.
Who’d thought it would be eight years later I’d be walking along the lanes of the village with a little bouncy dog and thinking about my first novel’s release next month. How much things have changed. We pass the point of no return when some things we wouldn’t go back and change if we could and that’s one of them. What I would change is there would be another shadow there beside me, stretched out long on the lane as we walk, next to Rosie. But maybe there is, eh?
Yesterday I did not get as much writing done as so much seemed to happen with novel things and my book went off to the printer. I almost wished I’d had someone to lunch with and celebrate. But there will be plenty of time for that.
And I am delighted to announce that tomorrow, exactly one month from the Bangor launch I will be revealing the cover here on my blog.
It is finally happening …
And today I will write.