It happened just this afternoon in Seuilly. Yes that’s Seuilly. France. Two days ago I moved from one slice of French paradise to another just five minutes down the road. My current abode is a light-filled self-contained apartment off the beaten track with a view to die for and a cute little bakery van that drops in twice a week with a fresh baguette.It is the perfect setting for a runaway writer except for just one thing: no wifi…
For the chef it’s his Sabatier, for a musician his instrument, for an artist his brush. So what is the tool of the writer?
Is it the latest slimline, impossibly light i-notebook? Is it the hard-drive that stores the words for posterity?
Non, non et non.
For this écrivain, it’s her fountain pen. Continue reading
Travel newbie DIY Woman has just left Australia for the gap year she never had – and she thinks she knows it all…
2. A loud and lairy luggage belt can be seen from 50 paces, as can a burnt orange suitcase – the choice is yours. Continue reading