French Escape

  M11 at 5.20am We set out from Cambridge, at 5.00am, to the sound of Hot Chocolate singing I Believe in Miracles.   I realise that the song has nothing to do with selling a house in Cambridge but at this stage in the game I was willing to take any sign that offered itself—although when We’re on a Road to Nowhere played a few minutes late, I chose to ignore it. If I was writing about the frustrations that can occur during the sale of a property in England, it would not be a brief blog, it would be an epic tome to rival  Proust’s À la recherche du temps perdu. It amazes me that people who say they are in a position to buy, keen to buy and ready to move can drag the process out for four months. The good news is we have travelled to France. Leaving Dover Looking towards France .The ferry was almost empty, staff outnumbering passengers.  The sea was flat calm, although my semicircular canals and stomach wouldn't agree, (in spite of misgivings, I tucked into the...

  Great news. Not only have I booked a removal company to empty the house next week and booked the ferry to   France at the end of the month, but the third book in the Barwell Trilogy is now available on Amazon as an ebook (paperback to follow shortly). It takes courage to break the ties that we bind ourselves with. When Hilary and Tobiasz return from a road trip that should have taken them to Poland and Tobiasz's roots, Hilary is shocked tofind a letter from a woman purporting to have information about her own mother, Phyllis. This is not the only challenge that life throws at Hilary and her friends. The bonds between them strengthen as they continue  support each other. Tobiasz eventually returns to Poland alone and lays the ghosts that have haunted his own life and he and Hilary are able to forge a new life together.   I will settle down and compose a proper blog soon but I thought I'd share the news!