I may have spent the summer
months crisscrossing the Continent, strolling the isolated and pine clad hills
of Sweden one week and melting in the unrelenting heat of mainland Greece the
next, but never let it be said that I neglect my literary calling.
Sunshine and a beckoning Aegean
Sea? Oh please, I’d prefer to remain in the shade of a parasol working on the
latest musings of my alter ego, Lady Margaret Gosworthy-Pringle. Cruise the
shores of the Baltic searching for herring when I have a brace of interviews to
write up? Not likely.
Of course, I did partake in a
minor amount of tourist based activities. I had, after all, my family to
placate. But rest assured my tan suede notebook and a bundle of HB’s were never
far from reach. Talking of which . . .
