keeping winter at bay

Of course the best part about a holiday is actually being there – arriving on the TGV, lounging by the pool, sauntering along the Canal du Midi, trying to use a language you’re not entirely confident about. But the next best thing is remembering the holiday and looking at the pictures, especially if the holiday has been ablaze with sunshine and you live in a cold grey northern place like Edinburgh.
Writing a novel set in the south of France, I found, was an excellent way of bringing back those summer memories. I’d like to repeat both experiences in 2012 – both going to the south of France and writing about it later. Perhaps I’ll set the next novel in the Camargue, a weird and wonderful place…