Happy New Year

It's lovely on the island at the moment. The pohutakawas (NZ Christmas trees) are in flower and the sun is - finally - out. Yesterday I sat on the beach in the sun and ate fish and chips, which is my idea of heaven, and now I've got a bright pink strip of sunburn down each leg. I look like a licorice all-sort.

I'm flying to Melbourne tomorrow to spend Christmas with my family: maybe we'll drive down to the Mornington Peninsula, where we have a little beach shack; hang out by the river in Warrandyte; lie in the sun and read a few books. With sunblock on.
I'll be back in Auckland on New Year's Eve, just in time for the fireworks.
Hope you have a wonderful holiday season, too.

A big hello to Grade Five at Aitken College who just sent me a huge envelope filled with the most fantastic letters. Thank you so much!

Swashbuckler book three, The Silver Swan, comes out early next year, so I'm looking forward to hearing what you think about it. April, apparently.

Happy sailing.