Walk to Work

Thanks, Anne, Alex, Chris and Nicholas, for your welcome. I hope the people who read this blog will include as you do, people of all ages and genders. Just as my novels are adult novels for young people and young people's novel for adults.
Thanks, Nicholas, for hoping for a new book from me soon. I'm afraid you might have to wait a while. I'm busy writing a book of short stories of different kinds 'about' young people (six so far, I want about 12 or 15), and working on an 'adult' novel, which is being stubborn and won't 'go'. (But then, what's new about that!)
I have no idea what you're meant to write on a blog. The few I've read seem to be by people who lead terribly busy lives, meeting all sorts of people. My everyday life is about as active in that regard as the life of a hibernating hedgehog. As opposed to the activity of my mind, which is more like that of an over-active tortoise.
I guess, being a 'log', blogs are supposed to be some sort of diary. That's not my style. So you'll get whatever comes to mind. And I have no idea whether it will interest anyone.
For example, every day I take my 'walk to work'. That means leaving the back of our house after breakfast, walking down a path (Roman in origin) between two fields, then through the north part of the village, by the church and school and through a newish estate, which leads to a cycle path (which used to be a railway track) beside the tree-lined little river in the bottom of the valley (which readers of This Is All would recognise as the path Cordelia and Will use to get to their kissing tree), at the end of which I walk up the hill, along a lane through two fields and back home.
I walk the same way every time. They say familiarity breeds contempt (or boredom). For me familiarity breeds interest, at least when I love what I'm doing and love the people I'm doing it with. By following the same route each time I see the small changes that occur every day, as well as the change of the seasons, the people who walk their dogs, the teachers arriving at the school, and the wild life - today, with the sun sparkling on frost, two deer in a field, a woodpecker hammering away, a blackbird with its beak stuffed with leaves and moss (its that time again!).
And my walk to work is a meditation. Because it's so familiar half my mind can think about the day's work, give myself a good talking to when I'm feeling down in the mouth, get my body moving as well as my mind. One of the day's best pleasures.
But I have no idea if that interests anybody else. However, whether it does or not, it's the blog for today.
Now it's back to the blank page.