Return to Coney

It was one of those wild, winter mornings when we arrived at Coney yesterday - the type of day when otters appear out of nowhere and the sea crashes over the bumpy road. The tail end of Hurricane Oscar made its presence felt as we descended on Coney. When I opened the car door, it was buffeted by the wind and we were met by rolling surf and salty air.

 

It was good to see everyone again. We spent the morning catching up on our writing news over coffee and chocanana muffins. We discussed the recent successes in the group, recapped on key elements in a story and read out some of our work. And as we spent so much time talking, we didn't have time to write, so now we've homework for the next time.....