A couple of weeks ago, while brainstorming my current wip, I decided to send my new hero and heroine to the hero's island off the west coast of Scotland. This may have been subconsciously inspired by my (then) forthcoming trip to said west coast of Scotland or it may have been due to the range of my hero's plane. Or it may be that I have this image in my head of my heroine marching around in the rain wearing a silk negligee, a battered Barbour and a pair of wellies. Who knows?
Anyway, I had hoped that the trip last weekend to meet my new nephew might provide some inspiration. But through the mist and drizzle it was hard to see much at all (although a visit to the Glengoyne whisky distillery was, um, illuminating).
This is worrying. Scotland in February is cold, wet and windy and my heroine, I fear, will spend quite a bit of time being cold, wet and grumpy. Not very glamorously sizzlingly Modern Heat, is it?