Back to the desk

I came back to the overcrowded South-East on Saturday night, and I already have the impression I have never left. But it has been an astonishingly inspiring two weeks.  It's a bit grim after two weeks of this:

Perfect peace and quiet, very few people and complete darkness at night.
We have discovered some absolutely wonderful new places full of beauty, mystery and power... Secret chapels in the woods, altars and offerings, iron age forts, stone circles, imposing country mansions, squabbling gentry families, inspired writers... and even a white deer - which apparently is stuff of legend... I have photographic proof! 

I hope to post more pictures and thoughts here this week before embarking on my week-long creative writing course next week - I hope to be able to chronicle the course with yet more thoughts and pictures, this is what this blog is about.

Thankfully for our sanity, we have a whole schedule of exhibitions, gigs, vintage markets and theatre plays to keep us busy. London is not far away and even though I am becoming more and more obsessed with Dorset and the mysteries of the landscape and life there, my love for the capital remains unchanged and it can still deliver its regular dose of culture. On the horizon: Pre-Raphaelites, Cecil Beaton, Hollywood costumes, Amanda Palmer, Fields of the Nephilim... to name but a few!

This week is free from freelance work, so I will be splitting my time between blogging about Dorset, writing at least 1,000 words a day of The Book of Thoth and preparing a presentation for the course.