This is what it’s like here: cold, dark days. Those quiet, still days between Christmas and New Year when I can finally get round to doing some of those things that work has pushed into the background.
I’ve just finished reading ‘Black Chalk’ by Christopher J Yates. Difficult to stop reading at times, though my concentration wavered somewhat towards the end.
It’s always difficult to decide what to read next, but I think I’m still in the mood for crime and thrillers. Still trying to get ‘The String Diaries’ and ‘Written in the Blood’ out of my system. (I’ve even started trying to learn some Hungarian vocabulary!)
I think I’m going to try ‘The Coffin Trail’ by Martin Edwards next, as I’ve just been looking at some old photos of the Lake District and wish I could be there right now … sitting by a crackling log fire of course!