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The weather dominates our lives

The weather dominates our lives

Wild Seas

After a huge storm with the wind wuthering around the house all night and tearing the shed door open and getting into every crack the day dawned in silence and beautiful light.

People gathered with cameras and mobile phones to take the unusual sight of waves screaming into shore meeting those backing out and hitting each other with a tremendous wallop.

There was excitement in the thunder of surf hitting the iron railings and making them rattle, then the sound of the water being sucked out in huge volumes to hit the oncoming waves with a great clap of thunder.

We stood, small people on a wall, clicking away trying to capture the elusive moment of water rising fifteen feet into the air and splatting down raining seaweed and rocks onto the prom.

The Jubilee Pool was serene but outside the water raged and every seventh wave brought a huge white spray over the wall.

 

Sweet peas in November

Sweet peas in November

Today wind and vicious rain batter Cornwall but yesterday in warm sunshine I began to put my garden to bed. Hidden in the foliage were these few last sweet peas- in November!

Writing The End

Writing The End

Happy Vase

I write THE END and hobble away from ‘Big Bertha’ (my Apple computer) in my little attic room with a view over the rooftops to the sea. I stagger downstairs, still bent from months peering at a screen. The first thing I see is my new happy vase full of flowers. It makes me smile as I rejoin the real world, which is surprisingly still turning.

 

Wet Bank Holiday

Wet Bank Holiday

Photos from the Prom, Penzance

Bank Holiday Monday could not have been wetter or more depressing.  All the more wonderful to wake to sunshine.

Before I started my working day I headed out for a blow on the prom. Swimmers were scurrying to Battery Rocks. Small fishing boats headed out to sea.

The morning was still and autumnal and sunlight shimmered in a wide ark across the sea. The sun held such warmth I decided to work outside in my garden.

In the afternoon I disappeared to the walled garden at Trewidden and used it as my office to get away from the sound of houses nearby being renovated.

I completed the chapter that had been exercising me and I have, at the end of this day, a rare sense of well-being. I have had a happy day as well as a good, satisfying working one. Not much more to ask for.

Fern at Trewidden

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I  spoke at the wonderful and comforting Morrab Library about my time in Pakistan. It was great to see so many people and to find them interested in my next book.

Two highlights stand out for me. Sarah Winman in conversation with Patrick Gale- on Thursday at The Acorn Theatre talking about her book.’When God Was A Rabbit.’ A book I loved.

Jane Johnson at The Morrab Library on Saturday talking about her latest book “The Sultan’s  Wife’  and her two lives in Morocco and Mousehole.  Her knowledge and research for her book was fascinating. I cannot wait to read it.

This was my first Penzance Lit/Fest and it was fun and stimulating. We writers hide away so much of the year it is fun to come out and listen and gossip with each other.

Jane and me  posing in The Morrab Library together

 

Penzance Literary Festival

Penzance Literary Festival

There has been a host of  different faces wandering through Morrab Gardens and Penlee Park on their way to different venues to listen or to talk at Penzance’s third Literary Festival  this week.

The weather was lovely and everybody in the mood to have a good time. Patrick Gale, Patron of the Festival, kicked off proceedings at The Acorn Theatre  on Wednesday reading from his latest book ‘A Perfectly Good Man.’

I  spoke at the wonderful and comforting Morrab Library about my time in Pakistan. It was great to see so many people and to find them interested in my next book.

Two highlights stand out for me. Sarah Winman in conversation with Patrick Gale- on Thursday at The Acorn Theatre talking about her book.’When God Was A Rabbit.’ A book I loved.

Jane Johnson at The Morrab Library on Saturday talking about her latest book “The Sultan’s  Wife’  and her two lives in Morocco and Mousehole.  Her knowledge and research for her book was fascinating. I cannot wait to read it.

This was my first Penzance Lit/Fest and it was fun and stimulating. We writers hide away so much of the year it is fun to come out and listen and gossip with each other.

Jane and me  posing in The Morrab Library together

Mazey Day 2012

Mazey Day 2012

The parades and processions were spectacular, the music loud and fun,  I thought the Mid Argyll Pipe Band were great. The stalls this year seemed  more diverse and interesting. The Thai food stalls and crepe stalls were doing a roaring trade. The weather held until late afternoon but a good time was had by all.

 

Olympic Flame

Olympic Flame

We got up early to watch the Olympic Flame pass along Penzance Promenade.  I was surprised at how many people were already lined up each side of the road. The  feeling was carnival and the good natured gossip increased as we all waited in sunshine and a stiff wind. All cynicism seemed to have been put aside for a once in a lifetime chance to see the flame practically pass our doorsteps. Police presence was huge and as the outriders and all the accompanying entourage  came into view heralding the torch bearer the excitement  rippled and grew.

Sometimes I think we are so busy snapping the moment we are in danger of missing it, but here are my not very good photographs of the moment. I firmly believe that Cornwall started the good will and had a ripple effect on all the crowds  gathered to watch the torch bearers down the line.

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London in a heatwave

Last week I had a wonderful, flying visit to London combining work and pleasure. My visit coincided with a heatwave. Sitting in the late afternoon by the Serpentine drinking cold white wine  it felt like blissful midsummer.

 

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