She stood at the edge of the North Sea, arms wide open, and screamed at the top of her voice. When I asked her later what she was doing, she told me she was controlling the waves. Four days in a campervan with my seven-year-old granddaughter. Best. Holiday. Ever.
A week in the Lakes with no WiFi, no deadlines, and no plan — and how doing absolutely nothing led to an unexpected discovery about Jane Eyre, Celia the Accidental Cyclist, and the strange way good ideas find you when you finally stop chasing them.
