Monday 12th September
Jacey Bedford writes: It’s blowing a hooligan here. The trees (a lot of them close to the house) thrashed around all night, but I slept like a log. All the bedrooms here at Trigonos are individual ranging from palatial to boxroom. I do the rooming list so I stick myself in the boxroom. It’s the smallest bedroom, but it has a comparatively large bathroom with a wonderful wet-room shower that’s almost powerful enough to pound you into the ground. Bloody wonderful!
Some of the rooms have a fabulous view of the lake, but I have a view over the kitchen door towards the gate into the walled garden which I always think of as the secret garden – even though it’s not so secret. There’s some sort of raggedy climber festooning the wall. Last year I was sitting by the window tapping away on my laptop when I spotted a wren in the greenery. I’m not very good at bird identification and (to my knowledge) had never seen a wren so close before. It was a fabulously cheeky little thing with a perky tail that just made me sit and watch it with a smile on my face.
This morning it started out wet, so the view down to the lake was… a little restricted.
Mystery Milfordite writes: Gale Force 6! We are all being blown away. ‘Trigonometry is useful in everyday life’ says a guest as we all start calculating the likely descent of large trees onto the roof of this house….
Anonymous Author writes: It’s now early evening, and we’re sitting full and happy after sausages and mash. The library has easy chairs and a real fire, and we’re ready for a quiz night. The wind is still blowing, but the trees have survived … so far.
Another anonymous author says, Milford is bad for your writing health. Twice now I’ve brought a short story to be told “It’s not long enough”. Aaargh!