Writing in different places – A view over Windermere

I suppose I am extremely lucky. I am sat overlooking Lake Windermere, in a huge mansion-like house, open fire (again) sitting rooms, a dining room that comes with a bell to call to the kitchen, yes seriously and large bedrooms with whirlpool bath and more bells to call to the kitchen.

I am away for the weekend, for the 2nd weekend running, suppose life could be harder. I am away with friends, we have walked/climbed up hills, the nights have been filled with laughter, food (more than enough to feed double the numbers), wine, cocktails, Fifa 18, and good company.

I have managed to stay up as late as everyone, the odd trips to the Jacuzzi outside keeping you awake with the cold and heat at the same time.  I am always the first awake which is now actually a gift. I get to see the morning, listen to the quietness of the house, see the lake, the sun and more so I get to write.

I am ahead slightly on NaNoWriMo, but there is a long way to go for anyone not there. The house is quiet, the only noise is the trees and the wind blowing. This is the life, now I just need to decide do I go for the taster menu or the set dinner at the Michelin starred restaurant we have booked for lunch.