Lucky ducks

There was still a substantial amount of snow lying yesterday when I set off to meet up with my writing pals in Coney.

While we'd made Plan B preparations (meeting virtually by Zoom) due to the weather, it was good that a milder day was melting the snow. Driving down to Coney we saw the countryside in a new light - alongside dirty piles of slush, there remained untainted drumlin slopes and of course the majestic Mournes still covered in a blanket of snow. It. was beautiful. But any snow at Coney was long gone by the time we arrived. 

We were welcomed by a blast of icy briny air - deinitely blowing away any remaining cobwebs.

The morning flew in as we talked about projects we're all working on, provided feedback to each other and I shared some insights from the recent SCBWI virtual winter conference.

Fuelled by blueberry muffins and coffee we worked and watched the wildlife through the window.  Ducks flying past in formation reminded us we are lucky ducks to be part of this supportive writing group.