Your two transatlantic reprobates, last week

I know. Waaaaaay behind on updates. One thing I’ve rediscovered is that I can’t write for shit when I’m in company (in the flat, in the same room, whatever). On my own? Down the pub? Fine. But there’s something about being physically with someone that stalls my brain, even if they’re in the next room reading a book. Not an excuse, just a crappy bit of my psyche to work around and occasionally hit with a wrench. And then, of course, when I’ve got a day or two on my own with absolutely nothing to do on the long train journeys, there’s no wifi so there’s no WordPress access. Arse. Not much I can do about that one. But man do I feel crappy about all that solo time I spent not writing anything much.

We’ve been in Carmel, CA for a couple of days. Beautiful place, but the centre of town is like this beautiful, arty shopping mall that wants to pull you in, dazzle you with the pretty, sit you down for a meal, and send you packing when your money runs out. It took us all morning to find the one and only general store, and we totally failed to find anywhere for a quiet, unrushed sit-down drink; fifteen wine-tasting outlets but no visible pubs or bars.

The place we’ve been staying in, though, is a little cabin in the woods. (No, not that sort of cabin in the woods.) Quite a view to wake up to, and I’ve had plenty of hotel rooms less swanky than this place. It’s a shame to leave, even if there’s not much to do in town.

On to Morro Bay today, meeting up with E’s sister tomorrow, and down to LA till Monday. Then it’s a two-day train journey to Indianapolis and GenCon…

The photos are coming. Really really. Promise.