In January, I moved to Ireland. Well, I’m living here for over half the year and then heading back to Brighton and my Devon writing shack in the bits between.
I’ve been here over a month now and it’s quiet round here in winter. I’ve slid into a great routine of starting writing at about 8am-8.30am and carrying on until after lunch when I head out for a walk. While I love Brighton, there’s no opportunity there of being able to head straight out of my door into this kind of countryside. And walking is kind of essential when I spend so much time sitting and staring at a screen.
