My amazon rating is holding up very well in the UK but sliding slightly in the US. This is notwithstanding a charming review by a C. Farley from Bakersfield in California who loves the book. Great taste those Californians. But amazon has paled into insignificance compared with my latest obsession. We are thinking about moving to St Tropez. This is one of those ideas that started as a ridiculous throw-away line and then took on a life of its own.
I have just been for the most glorious walk in the afternoon sun with my faithless hound Wolfie (he has at least three mistresses). The sun was low, the shadows long, the autumn colours warm and golden, the mountains in the distance hazy. I stood at the top of the hill I have pushed all my children up countless times in our old Silver Cross pram, looked over towards our house (see pic) and wondered how I could even think about giving it all up.
We would go to write a book about living there for a year so it wouldn’t be a permanent move. Or would it? Does one ever really come back? And is it good to get out of one’s comfort zone and go for an adventure or just plain mad?