Stories in everything

I rather think writing is changing my life for the better. It's not the act of writing: it's the transformation of the everyday. On a snow spattered moor in Derbyshire this weekend, Andy indulged his joy in peculiar sports (disc golf) and where I might previously have sneered and retired to the pub with my notebook, instead I decided to go along for a while. I stayed until lunchtime, following the group around the moor and watching what was going on. The difference is that now there is so much to see, hear, wonder about. There is a possible story in everything, even prints in the snow.