So here I am again in the little house in the olive grove. Despite the fact that it's the 1st December the weather is mild, with hazy sunshine - warm enough to eat lunch outside. Coming straight from a northern British winter it seems strange to step back a season. It's autumn here. The chestnut trees are turning a lovely golden colour and the leaves are dropping.
In the Pietrasanta Piazza they're putting up the Christmas tree.
And the Pri-mate is back from Cambodia, bringing a hammock in his luggage, which he's strung between the two trees on our terrace. It will be lovely in the summer - but not too bad even now. Just the thing for hanging about doing a bit of scribbling, though I might want it higher off the ground!
For me it's back to work - two guest blogs to write before Monday, the illustration permissions to sort out for the Japanese edition of Katherine Mansfield, and a proposal to write for the New Project - all will be revealed soon.