The Grot Spot was the affectionate name we gave a small unit I rented for a year in Brisbane many years ago. It was on the occasion of my 50th birthday when I was probably on the onset of a mid-life-crisis – but didn’t know it. Instead I chose to run away from home to a writers’ retreat. In fact, The Grot Spot. It was a wonderful week in which I did many new things, and met a good many interesting people. But I didn’t write one single word.
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