The cruellest month. Not.

Three days ago I started planning a holiday with nothing more specific than a vague thought that I wanted to go to Seville last time I was in Spain (8 or 9 years ago) and never made it.

Now I’ve pretty much organised a trip this April that starts in a hotel with a view of the marshes where I should, *fingers crossed* be able to watch flamingos from my bedroom; Seville during the festivities at Holy Week; then down to Tarifa, where Europe is closest to Africa and spring migration should be in full flow, with eagles, storks and loads of other stuff flying in for the summer.

This should *fingers crossed* be a fabulous holiday.

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  1. Men have been known to go to great extremes to evade the creeping horror of NaPoWriMo. Personally I’m considering a preemptive kidney failure or incarceration or any number of global upheavals to make things easier on me.

    Leery

  2. Actually, since I’ll be on holiday on my own for most of April, seeing lots of new stuff, it might be quite a good environment for napowrimo. I’ll have to see how it goes.

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