It was great this morning to wake to blue sky. I
was going to order kippers for breakfast (just to try them) but when I saw what
S’s kipper looked like I decided a few mouthfuls would be fine. For me, it tasted a bit like smoked eel but
richer, as this was covered in melted butter.
After some discussion yesterday evening with the
staff here about what we shouldn’t miss while in Northumberland, we decided to head
to Alnwick (pronounced Annick) Castle gardens. We were rather surprised at the
steep entry fee, but as we walked through the gates and were greeted by a gorgeous fountain cascading
its way down a hill in front of us, all was forgiven. Every now and then it
would burst spouts of water in different directions, much to the delight of the
many small children playing around it.
To one side, we were given a tour of the poison
garden by a rather sinister guide who revealed tales of poisonous plants that
through either eating, touching or smelling could kill. Many we recognised
including one I had tried as a small child- deadly nightshade; but it was also
interesting to hear that fifty apple pips chewed would contain enough arsenic
to kill.
The Tree Hut is also a gem with its boardwalks,
staircases and swinging bridges. Nestled
up among the trees by the main gate, it also houses a small café and restaurant.
It wasn’t until we’d walked around the outside of the castle and looked
back towards the main part of the island that we spotted the remains of the
Abby which was equally spectacular. Thank goodness we have digital cameras nowadays
as together we must have taken a
thousand pictures.
I suggested the Coastal route home as there were
more castles to see. We were happy just to pass through Hudle bay, look out at
the Farne Islands and admire the huge Bambugh Castle.
We drove back into
Alnwick and picked up some supplies, then headed back to Warkworth to settle
down to Olympic madness on TV.
This morning we head to Stirling for a couple of nights and perhaps explore a bit of Scotland before we return the car in Edinburgh on Monday morning.
Alnwick (pronounced Annick) sounds divine. Hey, here I am on your blog!
ReplyDeleteYes, writing. There's a lot to it. First you put in, then you take out. Less is more - except when more is more. I remember an art teacher telling me about drawing to 'keep working it'. I think that applies to writing too. You go back to it and back to it, add details as they come to you, and then later, take out what doesn't work. In the end you may have a piece as rich and subtle as a great meal.
These are my thoughts after 2/3 of a bottle of Chardonnay, followed by a nice cup of tea.
Over and goodnight from Wellington.
Susan
Hey great you made it! Writing is definitely an art. Hope yours is progressing too.
ReplyDeleteFuck. Just entered a really long, intense, serious comment in response to yours, but didn't select the right 'profile'. Now my profound thoughts are all lost.
ReplyDeleteStart again. Well, I realised the 'meal' simile / analogy doesn't work - because once you add flavours to a meal, you can't take them out again, which you fortunately can do with a piece of writing. We can edit till the cows come home! thank God.
AND - I find that, during the day when my mind is completely occupied with other things, phrases and ideas suddenly come to me, which means that my unconscious mind is (clearly) working on 'it'. Today, for instance. I have been writing about holidays we spent on our grandparents' farm as children. I thought I was finished, but today I suddenly remembered the magpies. Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle. I'm sure you know that - Dennis Glover. I've always loved it. I'm going to quote it - attributed, of course.
This is in response to your 'A decision has been made. I want to write my observations down more often. That way I might become a better writer. I think my observations over a lot. I hear my voice inside my head, editing the words I really should be writing down. One day an exceptional story might spring to life. Or, bits of what I write each day might become a more solid story. I think about everything I see and experience and want to share it.' Clearly, your unconscious mind is working away, whether you write everything down or not.
Enjoying your blog.
Greetings to you both,
Susan