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Normally my May blog would be abounding in photos of Exmoor flowers. Metaphors for new growth, inspiration, creativity and all that jazz. Oh, all right, I can’t resist sticking a few in here. ‘Cos just look at our fritillaries! We planted them years ago but every year up until now the pheasants have pecked off the buds and, despite our best efforts with electric wire (pheasants seem to like getting electric shocks) we haven’t actually seen them flower. But this year we managed to net a large swathe of them and it worked! (Purrsy is photo-bombing as usual) However, I am now leaving Exmoor behind and travelling to Antarctica. At least, I’m off there in my imagination. My first novel, the one a
