What, outdoors? I hear you say. Do you even venture onto the doormat outside your house without hyperventilating and needing to breathe into a paper bag? I hear you say. Don't you feel panicky merely standing near an open window? I hear you say.
Well, here's the proof that I braved the elements. I took this photo myself, honest.
And here's a picture of the whole field, although I did send this to my sister and she said, 'You could have taken that while leaning out of a cafe window.' This kind of cynicism cuts one to the quick.
What got me into the field, then?
No, I was NOT lost.
It was because my friend, with whom I had gone away for a weekend of writing, eating scones, more writing, more scone-eating, and more writing, is the type who loves to be outdoors. For her, the wind through her hair is a joy. For me, it's a threat, messes with my mood, and makes me want to slap people. Still, I conquered my aversio…