I’m having a break on the coast of Cornwall, so my posts (when I can manage them) are shorter than usual…

Here’s a pic of some free range eggs, West Country style.

I like the chromatic echoes of brown and fawn and cream and palest blue, colours that are sympathetic yet subtly different. They share the same ( egg-like) spherical form although each one is distinct; they are pleasing in every way. The same qualities apply to good books, in which themes and plot lines should be harmoniously orchestrated, and characters well-realised and individual, yet at the same time inhabiting the same literary universe, or in this case, egg box.

However, unlike these irresistible eggs, your free range writing should be neither scrambled nor poached…

Here endeth the metaphor.