Here we are, the charge of the Scots Greys with the mad 92nd. hanging on to their stirrups in the last few hours of the Battle of Waterloo.
I've spent the best part of two weeks intensively reading about this battle and the lead up to it, and today (after actually dreaming I was there last night) I managed to spill 4,000 words on to the page in the first part of my account of it in Death of an Officer's Lady. Given that I also managed to go swimming and to a Pilates class today (both rather more unusual achievements for me!) I'm now feeling very smug, but am unlikely to be able to move tomorrow!