A few days away (again)

I love Cornwall. It reminds me of snogging on beaches and Smirnoff Ices and lurking in the pubs across the estuary from Padstow desperately hoping Prince William would be there. One night he was and I snogged him on the beach.

Just joking. That only ever happened in my head.

Anyway, I’ve just come back from a few days in the most magical hotel on the south Cornish coast. It’s called The Nare and it was like staying in a 1930s Agatha Christie novel in the best possible way (nobody was murdered for a start). I’ve got to write about it elsewhere so that’s all I’m going to say here, but I had the very happiest time eating scones and I’ve written a few thousand words of novel 2 so that’s something. I’m now returning to London on the train looking quite like a scone myself.

HERE is a link to last weekend’s column.

And a very happy Valentine’s day, lovers. Perhaps most especially to Prince William. *winks*