Tag: Devon

Pause for Spring

It’s been a busy start to the year with writing, painting, and various associated events, as well as sorting out the rest of the year’s calendar. And it’s been lovely to catch those snippets of early spring sunshine, for a breath of fresh air and a wander out into the local surrounds.

While Mia hangs out in one of her favourite spots,

The nearby bluebells are out and the magnolia is blooming.

All looked on by the highlight of Tin Lane: the wonderfully, mosaiced Loft Club.

The occasional trip to the beach for a blast of sea air, preferably when it’s quiet and the sound of lapping waves is pretty much all you can hear.

Or a peaceful early evening wander around the park, catching gorgeous trees in their best light.

Not forgetting the local wildlife.

And on the subject of outings, a recent day trip to the town of Totnes is worth a mention. Nestled between Dartmoor and the south Devon coastline, I’ve long loved this Bohemian market town:

All this, set atop a riverbank.

Not that you need an excuse to visit Totnes, but a friend was exhibiting some of her gorgeous pottery, along with a group who paint and create inspired by the granite line on Dartmoor.

And last but by no means least, actually before spring sprung, we were visited by the moon at Exeter cathedral, and what a spectacle it was. We were certainly honoured to be on route for this globe-trotting phenomenon, 7-metre, scaled representation created by the artist, Luke Jerram.

And finally it’s back to work:

Keep reaching for the moon!!

Wishing everyone a good week ahead.

xx

 

Winter Days

Of writing advice, Ursula Le Guin once said,

‘As for “write what you know”, I was regularly told this as a beginner. I think it’s a very good rule and have always obeyed it. I write about imaginary countries, alien societies on other planets, dragons, wizards, the Napa Valley in 22002. I know these things.’

I couldn’t agree more and while working on the third instalment of Blood Gift Chronicles, the current ‘write what you know’ takes me to the islands of the far western archipelago and the world of mages…

But today, I thought I’d stop by and share a couple of real-life ventures, while taking a break with a change of scene to recharge the batteries.

Crisp dry winter days can be the perfect time to visit ordinarily busy seaside towns, like the colourful fishing port of Brixham, perched on the tip of Torbay. With colourful buildings crammed into the hillside, swans swimming in the sea, cartoon street art and Xmas decorations taking pride of place in January, it’s a picturesque and eclectic place.

Not forgetting the Man and Boy statue, celebrating Brixham’s fishing heritage and commemorating lives lost at sea.

Brixham is a place I’ve driven through and always planned to return for a chance to explore, not least because of the extraordinary spectacle moored in the harbour: a full-size replica of the 16th century Golden Hind. Complete with rigging and crows nests it stands almost in touching distance of the walkway, a close encounter that brings home day to day life in Brixham.

December’s day trip was a more tranquil outing to North Devon’s Rosemoor gardens and a winter sculpture trail. Among woodland and lawns, pathways and mazes, I’ll leave you with what was a real feast for the senses.

Until next time…

 

Festive Lights

Blood Gift Chronicles Book 3 is well underway. I look forward to giving a writing update in the new year, but for now I thought I would take a pause in my working day to share some local festive cheer. It was just a quick trip this year, tagged on to a shopping day, but it’s always a treat to soak up the ambience of Exeter Xmas market, complete with the cathedral looming in the background providing a wonderfully gothic feel.

Then on to spot the decorated trees on-route, since no trip would be complete without a visit to the annual charity tree display – a wonderful reminder of the great work of our local charities.

For the Xmas light display we went further afield with a trip to Powderham castle, armed with mugs of peppermint tea and chocolate brownies to snack on. With the whole castle and gardens lit up like a Xmas tree, it was an impressive display.

But perhaps the star of the show were three orphaned lambs wearing Xmas jumpers, tucked away in the grounds of the secret garden, unfazed by ogling visitors looking to catch that perfect Xmas card shot.

For now it’s back to work, but in the meantime…

Wishing everyone a very Merry Xmas

Happy Holidays, and a

Happy, Healthy, Peaceful New Year 

xxx

 

A Splash of Colour

There’s a familiar sight outside the window of my writing room: blurred by heavy rainfall, beyond the rooftops of red brick houses, trees are blowing in a blustery wind. While searching for inspiration for tomorrow evening’s open mic, I thought of May’s challenging weather, and came up with my reading: The Story of the North Wind. It’s actually an extract from my novel, The Warder (Blood Gift Chronicles 2). In the book, Suni is a storyteller, among other things, and The Story of the North Wind is a story she tells. It is a fable from the land of Shendi, the setting for my books, and with nature being the theme for tomorrow evening’s open mic, the fable fits in well.

Exeter Lights 2020

For Exeter’s annual Charity Christmas Tree Festival, it’s business as usual. This year sees 30 real Christmas trees decorated by local charities, on display at Princesshay’s Roman Walk to help raise awareness during the festive period. It was a treat to catch a break in the downpours, for a socially distanced meet up with friends, to take in the sights of Exeter’s lights, and admire the handcrafted decorations of the charity trees. A reminder to think of others, and to appreciate what we have.

Art in the Devon Landscape

I’m back on the edits of Book 2, The Warder, and the end is in sight. But before I get to work, I thought I’d share some highlights of summer day trips, and there’s a theme in the air.

Since coronavirus hit, many have looked to nature and the outdoors to help ride the storm, and I am no exception. But I especially like to marry it with art in the landscape, a way of feeling connected to people despite the need to distance.