Woke up this morning for my last week in Plockton. One day I would like to have a little tin shed around here so I can come and write whenever I like. I never thought I'd crave a tin house, but I do. Think of Derek Jarman sitting on dark nights in Dungeoness, the wind blowing over the roof and I want that. And this is the place. I love it here.
I have 5 days left though and the writing is really... well, it's a world I look forward to every day. Nervously.
Next it's down to Cardiff to begin rehearsals of Peter Pan; the opposite of this quietness. I can't wait to have a go at flying. I wonder if they'll let me.