The last Waltz ( apologies to the Band)

Maybe this is the hardest of all. It is spring here in England after an  especially gruelling winter: the first blossoms and blue blue skies. Very tender and special, as only English springs can be. But I have to get on another plane tomorrow,  this time heading West to New York and then……

Dallas, Boulder, Portland, Nashville, Atlantic Beach, Connecticut.  I know that once I get off the plane and start I will get a second wind and enjoy it, since meeting people and talking renaissance history ( and its many and fascinating connections with the present) always lights my fire.  And this is the last time with Sacred Hearts.

So if you find yourself round any of those cities please drop in. The dates and places should be up on my website within the next few hours.

After these next two weeks, I come back and bury myself in the library. I have a mewling puking idea for the next book, and I have to see if it can be fed and nurtured into something more substantial.

And please keep on blogging. It is such a pleasure to hear from you all.