Wednesday Wander… On A Thursday – Morocco

I know, I know, yesterday was Wednesday. But the snot monster who has returned to lodge in my head and chest forgot to remind me, and so here we are, Thursday, and no Wednesday Wander written.

So, as I’ve still not managed to dislodge the beast, I’m going to wander somewhere warm. I’ve wandered there before, but this time I’m hoping the reminder of sun and sand and sweet ocean breezes might tempt it away, and I can get back to normal again.

I’m in Morocco, on the coast north of Agadir, where the Atlantic waves roll in. If you’re looking for warmth, this is the place – the food, the people, the very air vibrates with heat, welcoming weary travellers from far and wide.

It is a place of light and roses and the scent of orange blossoms, of lanterns and stone walls and camels by the side of the road. A place where you can go and just be, listening to the waves and watching the sun set, golden, a sense of magic in the air.

I’d like to be there right now, to be honest.

Thanks for coming along on another Wednesday (Thursday) Wander with me – see you next time!


If you enjoyed this post and want to read more, you can find me on Twitter @AuthorHelenJFacebook, Instagram and Pinterest. Plus my latest book release, A Thousand Rooms, is now available on Amazon. Visit my Author Page to see more.

Tangled Thoughts

IMG_1384

Bleurgh. It is amazing how much a head cold/chest infection thingy can cloud the thinking. I had great plans this week for editing and writing and letters and submissions, not to mention a bit of exercise now that the weather is warming up. However, they have been overtaken by a desire to sit huddled under a blanket on the sofa as I mainline peppermint tea and crisps, trying to shake a nasty bug.

There seems to have been something in the blogosphere this past week – Lucy at BlondeWriteMore, Kristin at pursuitofanewadventure, Sue Vincent at The Daily Echo and Allie Potts were all struck down as well, making me wonder whether viruses travel through the web, digitised and sentient, searching for their next innocent blogger victim.

And this is what I mean by a woolly brain! What a thing to think. And yet, is there a story in it? This delirium thing might be useful after all… 😉