In defence of the pen

Writing by hand is outmoded, obsolete you say, and who would choose to do it when you have word processers and computers and ipads and tablets and *phew*, things that don't make you write?
"Not me!" cry the masses of students trailing out of exams cradling seized-up hands from hours of ilegible and frantic scribbling.
But I say yea to the humble yet glorious pen and paper. There's nothing quite like putting pen to a blank sheet and letting the ideas tumble out and flow freely. It worked for JK Rowling, and even in an age now where we're ruthlessly bombarded with adverts for gadgets that will type things for you in dull, uniform letters in a never-ending number of ways, writing by hand works just as well for me too. I say this just having completed a 50,000 word novel by hand (recieved by much rolling of eyes) and just having made the decision to write my next novel, The Price of Man, the same way. Sorry Microsoft Word, you just don't have the same magick.
I like to be able to scribble things in the margins, draw little doodles; as a very visual person I like to have the pages spread out in front of me rather than crammed onto a little screen. I'm always looking for new places to write that will inspire me, and it must be said, few of these inspirational places have plug sockets.
My new writing spot is the cafe side of the Grape and Olive restauant up the top of the Meridian tower in Swansea, and with a writing view like this, who's not to be inspired?