Time to move on in the alphabet; it’s now the turn of D, E and F. All six from the first two lists of those I own and those I don’t have been read (with Christmas and various other books threaded in between). And the close contender which just missed the cut for ‘B’ in those I don’t – The Birdwatcher by William Shaw – is being read this week. Continue reading “An A – Z of those I own”
Under the trees, in the bedrock of the valley, I feel surrounded by an entity primeval and powerful. And the wind roars.
I have discovered that it is possible for a February night to be both warm and cold. There was a duality to this night. This was my thought as I stepped through the door and stood outside in the dark. Was it the night that was warm and the wind that blew cold? No, it was the other way around. The wind was whispering warm: later in the year it might be described as sultry. It had a siren’s song, a susurration that spoke of secret things and of temptation. The sound was so soft it fell around me as silence. Continue reading “Sound, Silence and Safety”
Published as a serial 1836 – 1837
(Reviewed as part of The Classics Club Challenge) Continue reading “The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens”
The view from here was much changed, but as ever, the passing of time has softened the blow.
Six Degrees of Separation is hosted by Kate at books are my favourite and best. This will be my second month of taking part. Each month Kate chooses a book as a starting point for a chain of six books, each one linked in some way to the book before. Everyone’s chains are so different! Mine this month has certainly surprised me. I’ve tried to go with the first book that came to mind as I went along. My mind certainly works in mysterious ways! Continue reading “Six Degrees of Separation: from Lincoln in the Bardo …”
The view from here has been aqueous
January draws to a close. One month ago this evening – on New Year’s Eve – it was wet. Torrentially wet. The tale of our attempts to enjoy the NYE celebrations at Looe may resurface at more length one day but for now I shall say only that the weather played a significant, and not very pleasant, role. B’s face probably says it all. Continue reading “The View from Here: water, water, everywhere”
And that moment captured the essence of this year’s Christmas, which for me was all about the very old and the very young.
It is the twenty-fifth of January. This time last month was another 25th. It was Christmas Day. Yes, a distant memory already; we’ve been back in the real world quite long enough to have packed away all thoughts of Christmas with the baubles and the tinsel. When it comes to including Christmas here in A Corner of Cornwall I’m even later than last year, but I do want a record of it and it is just a month back after all. Not so very long ago. But be warned. And if you really can’t stomach the thought a brief foray back into festive realms I can’t blame you. I suggest you move along briskly. Continue reading “The View from Here: Christmas 2017”