It’s a fine, dry day and there’s an Italian market in the square outside Waterstone’s. Good for a book signing? ‘Bad,’ says Tim. The stalls are blocking the view of the shop and the fine weather’s keeping everyone outdoors. Hmm, that must be why they’ve only put one small poster up for my event, I mean why waste the Blu Tack? Tim demonstrates handing off the marauding hordes After much refolding of a black tablecloth and a rummage around for some books, I’m invited to take up my position at the author table somewhere between ‘fantasy and horror’, children’s books and a poster of the next author, Bobby ‘Iron Duke’ Windsor who’s signing on Monday. Once Tom, Lily, my lovely daughter, and her partner, Russ, are all sure I’m not going to run away, they leave me to it, taking it in turns to make sure I’m all right and bring me tea. Very soon, I notice a small boy watching me. When he returns with his family I learn that he would like to be a writer. His method, he tells me, is to rewr...
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I imagine that you and Tom will now be enjoying many sunsets, as the evenings lengthen. Lots of inspiration for paintings! The colors!
Bravo on all the chopping and shredding. xo
Cait, thank you - we do love living by the sea, even on days like yesterday when we were shrouded in sea mist all day!
I've been wrestling with blackberry vines and giant thistles. No great view to show for all the work, but the place sure looks much tidier.
Pondside - we've got some very daunting brambles with less of a reward to wrestle with too!