All out of willpower
I’ve been so good. Really, I have. I’ve had a pile of yarns for the next book for ages now, and I haven’t pestered you with them hardly at all.
But I’m all out of will power. Because you see, yesterday I spent the morning grubbing around on the rocks with yarn and shells and seaweed and the barnacles (look…I know it sounds weird, and I am normally very much a ‘don’t touch that, it looks sticky’ sort of person, but there’s a certain kind of beach filth I can really get behind). So I’m going to indulge myself and show just one tiny picture ok?