Snowdrops at Llanerchaeron No winter lasts forever … and nor, thank goodness, does every lurgy. After ten weeks of wondering if I’ll stop coughing, the infection loses its grip and I’m well enough to tackle my first Park Run with Helen in the beautiful grounds at Llanerchaeron . Park Run, of course, is not a race but it doesn’t stop Helen and I blatting along each week in pursuit of new PBs. Tom and I have both been busy at work. One week there’s a strange juxtaposition when I proofread my novella and then check Tom’s draft thesis! I begin ‘ Cyborg Music:A Future Musicotechnographic Aesthetic’ with some trepidation about how I’ll cope with the deep philosophical concepts but by the end I’m fully on board and bursting with pride. Tom makes his final amendments and takes three copies to the post office where he pays a whopping £15 to send it on its way. Now ‘all’ he has to do is sit back and wait for the date of his Viva Voce… Lily’s second baby is due… ooh… tomorrow, so exc...
Christine Stovell, author and freelance writer, on living and writing in West Wales