Still plodding on … with so many disruptions it’s hard to concentrate. Now printed off what claims to be chapter 16 but has so much going on and so many reveals that there’s enough material for a least three chapters! I’m off to cat sit for friends in Shropshire. A blissfully quiet market town where I can walk on the beautiful Long Mynd and breathe in fresh air. So far a quiet journey… even Euston station is tranquil and have you noticed how much slower everyone is walking? No rush or hurry when there’s a virus in the offing. I change trains at Crewe, the almost hallowed ground of my happy Cheshire childhood, where we lived in a village called Wistaston with a garden backing on to a field of cows. Standing on the platform at Crewe the air smells of fields and greenery as if summer is still hanging on up here before the chill of autumn sets in. Perhaps I’ll really get some writing done now.