A great escape from the city, swapping the leafy suburbs with dusty hills of Rift Valley

Last weekend, my household and I drove out of town carrying all our earthly possessions, presumably for the last time, and arrived at a location on the edge of the Rift Valley.

I like the idea of writing on the edge, which is what I hope to be doing from here, and I have finally secured what Virginia Woolf calls "a room of her own“, meaning a private space where every writer should retreat to write.