Early dry thunder then swirling seagulls precede the dawn. They hawk and laugh like old men at a wedding. Now later some smaller bird is chirruping. Not a starling. I’ll ask around.
The sky is overcast this morning but the air is warm and soft with the sea.
I’ve finally set up my writing table beneath my bedroom window which overlooks the courtyard withthe staircase that goes nowhere.
This morning I intend to venture into the flea market in the market place. This was where last year I bought a 1940s leather handbag, and three wartime postcard messages from occupied
France in World War 2.
This reminds me that these objects feature in my novel which will be titled The Search for Marie France – which is not quite out there yet. perhaps today I'll find some new inspirational objects.
And I recall that this house The Maison D’Estella and this town Agde both feature strongly in my novel An Englishwoman in France which is out there.
Wish you were here