Walking on the edge…
Went for a cliffwalk, vertigo not withstanding. Let husband walk on the side closest to the edge. (I’m not stupid!)
Went for a cliffwalk, vertigo not withstanding. Let husband walk on the side closest to the edge. (I’m not stupid!)
My writer’s day, catalogued in the previous post, mentions embroidery which is pretty important to me. It, like writing, is something I will do every day (night actually) without fail. Some women pick up knitting needles or the crochet hook. But me? I pick up a needle and thread.
It’s an odd thing really…
Lest you think I’m a wine soak, I really must say I’m not. I can barely manage two glasses of wine in a day before I get sleepy and of no use to anyone.
When I was young and TV had just begun in my home town, I fell in love with a little show called Tales of the Riverbank.
It wasn’t the animals so much, it was life on the river, a secret life. Little animals tucked away in the long grasses and shrubs of the riverbank and even better, animals that had adventures.
In that once-upon-a-time, Dad would sit and read Wind in the Willows to me and Ratty and Mole became my heroes – particularly Ratty because of his love of the water and boats. I was a child of the water then.
Still am…
And when my own children were young, we became devotees of the BBC TV production of Wind in the Willows.
Those who are my Facebook friends will know that I have become seriously tired of bad news. Of bad news online, on the TV, on radio and in the newspapers.
So much so, I choose not to engage with anything negative that is reported now.
Or anything negative, period.
Yes, it might be ‘head in sand’ type stuff, but I don’t care. And this was underlined when a family member’s LinkedIn account was hacked last night and she received a plethora of images of the beheading. Such trauma inflicted on an innocent woman on the far side of the world – and presumably for no reason other than gratification for the perpetrator.
When the winter ills hit the house and one vacillates from being Super Nurse to not quite so Super Wife and back again, one’s attention span is pretty short.
So what to do?
Walking along the beach on a winter’s day is almost as perfect as being on the same beach in summer.
This weekend we left House and headed inland through all the back roads to a little village we happen to like quite a lot.
We passed a number of stone cottages like this.
See how blurred this pic is?
That’s how my eyes felt after reading the books. I’m learning about Byzantium in the pursuit of Tobias’s journey to find the rare dye, Tyrian purple in 1194 AD.
So today, I spent the day outside at the farm – you know how I get cabin fever.
I love lifestyle blogs. Perhaps as a novelist, I should focus more on reading writers’ blogs but the truth is I have an insatiable curiosity about people’s lives – far more interesting than how this character, that agent or those publishers behave.
One of my favourites is Coal Valley View…