Verulamium Park…

…was looking ridiculously lovely in the frankly unseasonal sunshine today.  What was I doing there, I hear you ask?  Shouldn’t I have been slaving over a hot keyboard on the WIP?

Well, as it happens, I had a scene to write that was set in a pub beer garden.  So I walked through the park and went to Ye Olde Fighting Cocks.  Where I sat in the beer garden, and wrote it.

This life: sometimes, it sucketh not.