Gosh, this week's been busy. I feel I've finally mastered the basics of living out in the sticks.
I know when the freshly-baked cakes are delivered to the coffee shop.
I've eaten in the pub.
I've discovered there is a bus tracker app. (OMG. There. is. a. bus. tracker. app.)
It's all coming together, and I'm coming out on top.
This week I have some photos and a question for you.
The village I'm staying just staying outside of has many pretty cottages. Below, I've added pics of five, any of which could have passed for Annabelle's: one of the actual cottage I had in mind when I wrote the books and four others that equally could have been hers.
Which one most closely resembles the one you imagined? Reply to this email to tell me and I'll let you know which was my inspiration in the next newsletter.
“On the other side of the church, among well-maintained borders flourishing with brightly coloured flowers, many of which had grown from seeds and cuttings gifted by enthusiastic gardeners in the village, sat the white-walled cottage Annabelle called home.
It was a small house. It had white windows and door frames and a thatched roof that, despite requiring plenty of expensive maintenance, Annabelle adored so much that she had squealed with delight on seeing it. She had wasted no time at all in making herself at home in the twee little cottage and had cultivated a garden that, whilst unable to compete with the best in Upton St. Mary, was a source of great pride.” Murder at the Mansion.
It was my birthday this week. I was mumble-mumble years old.
Because I'm a member of my own Birthday Club, I got a gift sent to me via email. It was fun and cute, and practical. And I thought that despite it being me who came up with the idea in the first place :).
I've got more adventures to come, more writing to do, and more real life scenes from Upton St. Mary (and even Chiddlinghurst) to share with you next week. Check your inbox next Thursday.