Deborah Lawrenson

  A week and a half ago, the manuscript was handed over to my mother, Joy. In some ways, this is always the most nerve-wracking moment ...

  A few treats this week, to celebrate a pause in work on the manuscript. As I type this, my study smells deliciously of lemony verbena...

I've just done it. After weeks of hard graft - and last week I hardly went anywhere except up the stairs to my study - I hit the prin...

Preoccupied this week with revisions to the work-in-progress, so not much time, or head space, for blogging. So I'm sharing these pic...

  It may be June, but the River Sorgue is high at Fontaine de Vaucluse this year, rushing and tumbling over the weirs, still full of mo...

  This is more like it...a perfect sunny Sunday in June. A hot sun shone on the Cherry Festival at Caseneuve, a charming hilltop villag...

  Quite literally chilling, as it happens: the sun may be shining but it's unseasonably - unreasonably - cold here! At Apt market t...