

Hello,

We drove back down to Spain today, and I snoozed most of the way, listening to several episodes of Elizabeth Day's brilliant podcast, How To Fail. And I wrote a little poem on my phone. 

There'd been heavy rain and flooding around Montpellier yesterday; we saw a lot of areas around the motorway underwater, and I felt sorry for people who might have had water in their houses or businesses. Being flooded is bad anytime, but when it's cold it's even worse. It's also rained a lot here, near Girona, this week, which is good because it's been really dry since the spring. I do hope it clears up a bit over the next few days, especially for my son, Greg, who is with us this week.

Ooh, and I sold a poetry book in a pretty little boutique in a tiny Swiss village today! I'd signed a few copies a while ago when the owner offered to put them on display there for me. It made me happy to know a lady shopping for clothes had also picked up Illicit Croissants At Dawn!

Here is the little poem I wrote in the car:

SOUTHBOUND

Southbound,

my heart smiles,

my pulse quickens,

Cypress trees point out possibilities.

The slate sky gleams silver.

Glimpsing blue filigree,

I glow.

Here is a gorgeous snippet from The Messiah! I loved belting it out in high school with Carolien and Bettina!

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Love,

Cesca xx

SOUTHBOUND

EPIC CHRISTMAS FAIL