This is the end, I promise, the very end of the Essex Book Festival 2021. Today was the big reveal on the Story Hunters project, the invitation to visit one of twenty nominated sites in Essex, take a photo of yourself to prove you were there and write a story of between 50 and 250Continue reading “Festival Finale”
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Spaghetti Western
We visited friends in Gloucestershire when lockdown eased enough to make it legal, and descended on the local plant nurseries like locusts. I’d had poor success raising seedlings for the polytunnel – well, I’d had the usual success rate, but as the weather in April was more like February, I wasn’t able to plant themContinue reading “Spaghetti Western”
So good, we went twice.
I enjoyed the trip to Colchester to see Robin Ince, but the only way to buy a ticket was to buy a book. We don’t need two copies, and nobody in either of our families would appreciate a copy of the book, signed or not. So I went alone. I enjoyed the talk so muchContinue reading “So good, we went twice.”
Didn’t It Rain
The weather forecast for our area continues to promise temperatures above the average for autumn with the chance of an odd shower, and the skies are still emptying their bladders on our roof for hours at a time. It’s been raining on and off all day, and is still raining hard now. Appropriate, then, thatContinue reading “Didn’t It Rain”
Scriptly Gets Inventive
We have been asked by the organisers of the Scriptly Challenge not to share details of the challenge on any blogs we write – to leave the exact wording of the brief vague. So I haven’t been giving the brief word for word, but it’s hard not to share the main detail. We’ve been askedContinue reading “Scriptly Gets Inventive”
I’ve got how long, again?
Such a lovely day, and we spoilt it all by setting off our bonfire. We did make sure the wind was north-westerly, which means that the smoke went off in a south-easterly direction – next nearest neighbour to the south east is about a mile away, and the smoke is light, pale and dispersed longContinue reading “I’ve got how long, again?”
Take me to the beach
The weather is still forecast to turn colder soon, and I’m giving up hope for a late summer. It’s been annoying, hearing the national newscasters giving us advice on how to stay cool in this heatwave, week after week, while we huddle down in fleeces and hope it’ll stop raining before the house floats away.Continue reading “Take me to the beach”
He loves us… he loves us not.
Up early to take Max for his annual MOT and booster jabs. There’s been talk of animal vaccination supplies – especially cat vaccinations – suffering a shortfall. Priority is being given to first-time vaccinations, so some adult cats are having their boosters cancelled. I think Max would have preferred that. Instead he got taken intoContinue reading “He loves us… he loves us not.”
Letting Go
My father had several jobs during his life – dairyman’s assistant, window-cleaner (stop laughing) and accounts clerk for the King George docks – but he was briefly a professional photographer. He worked in the docks during the day, took photos and wrote articles for the docks’ magazine PolaNews and took photos for weddings on Saturdays.Continue reading “Letting Go”
With a Little Help…
As I write this, the wood in the photo above is sitting in the 2020 bay of our new woodshed. We got started on stacking the wood this weekend, with a little help from our friends, and finished stacking all of our cut wood this afternoon. It’s surprising, seeing how much wood we’ve cut overContinue reading “With a Little Help…”
Julia Chalkley 