When Max met Max.
Another month has passed, for most of it I was in the Yorkshire Dales, staying in our caravan at Wharfedale Caravan site. We met this little fellow on our first walk - from West Burton to Aysgarth Falls. My friends call me Max, and it is not a common name, so when the dog's owner kept calling "Max! Max come here," it felt a little strange. We had overtaken him in a field and Max decided to keep pace with us until he got to the river. I guess he wanted extra time to bathe but felt safer keeping with us than running on alone. So apart from walks in the beautiful countryside, I also got some writing done and sold a story; but that is a bit hush hush at the moment, I don't think I am allowed to tell anyone yet. I also had plenty of time to think through the idea I have for my novel and actually start to plot it out. I have been struggling with the concept but I talked it through with hubby and he thought it had legs if I could pull it off. I am aiming for it to be a psych