Last weekend, my primary human and I travelled to Devon to take part in a writing retreat. There were only two writers involved, plus the wonderful hostess, Charlie, so it was quite exclusive.
Here was where all the magic happened, fuelled by constant refilling of the teapot!
In between writing sessions, my human worked on the mammoth knitting project she’s been doing all year – getting close to the end now, so it was great to have some time to dedicate to it in comfy surroundings.
The bed was gloriously comfy, with a really thick, snuggly duvet, and we got lots of sleep.
The other writer was just across the landing, but she and my human spent most of the time ensconced in their rooms, working away. Mealtimes were very sociable, though, with plenty of opportunity to discuss progress and exchange encouragement.
It was lovely to take a break in the evenings and curl up by the fire with a book.
The house was very isolated, which had a very good focusing effect, and made it feel like we were in our own little world, away from the bustle of London.
All in all, it was an excellent location to make some real progress on a new writing project, and we’ll hopefully be able to go back for another weekend next year!