Lots of good lights; great crowd; and yes you're right - the image on the bottom right is not the band, but some odd Riverdance-esque thing that we passed on the way back to the car.
And so to the outdoors of Annaghmakerrig - gorgeous house, beautiful grounds sloping down to an ever-changing lake. This morning a thick mist blanketed the estate, which later transformed into gorgeous sunshine-drenched green. I took a walk down to the boat house (residents here eagerly explained how it would be a perfect way to kill someone off, er... in a book that is), and I sat on the wobbly jetty and gazed out on the mirror-lake. Very peaceful.
And then back inside, pausing to top up on coffee before retreating to my cosy room.
There are times when you're working on something; it feels like the reins are let slip, and work becomes play. There's this tremendous energy of sheer creating that catches you up and you just type or scribble as fast as you can, knowing - trusting, I guess - that connections are being made and patterns are being formed, even if you can't yet make them out.
And that was my afternoon. Which for the book, is like a paradigm shift.
All in all, a treaty day.
