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A week in the Mani

I was fortunate to spend a week at the beginning of June with Sarah Bower and  Carol McGrath at a house that Carol has taken for a year in the Mani area of Greece. Stoupa is a delightful village with a harbor and sandy beaches at the south of the Peloponnese, quite the best spot for a writing retreat owing to the literary connections. A little way along the coast at Kardamyli is the home of Patrick Leigh Fermor, which was bequeathed to the Benaki Museum following his death. Patrick was made an honorary citizen of the village  following his participation in the Cretan Resistance during World War 2. He wrote about the area in his book titled Mani, Travels in the Southern Peloponnese and he is regarded as one of Britain’s greatest travel writers.

Bruce Chatwin is the other notable writer with links to the Mani. He finished writing The Songlines while staying at the Hotel Kalamitsi in 1985. The book records his experiences of traveling in Australia and his ideas about the necessity of walking to human development. For my undergraduate dissertation I wrote about the works of Bruce Chatwin and I’ve always felt that he had a hand in securing me a first-class honours. So, when the opportunity came to visit the place where his ashes are buried, I was delighted.

Most references to where Chatwin’s ashes are buried refer to a tiny, Byzantine church in the mountains above Kardamyli. Some name Exochori as the nearest village and others refer to Chori. Without definite directions, we set off early in our search, visiting several villages situated in the Taygetos mountains that provide the backdrop to the glorious coastal area. The road took us into Chori where there was a white-washed church beside the road. From there we looked across to the golden stones of a church perched amongst olive trees. We found the path that took us alongside residential houses and out onto a grassy strip of land. The view from the church showed the wide expanse of aqua sea and the land spilling down from the mountains. An ideal final resting place for Bruce Chatwin, someone who loved broad horizons.

The church in Chori

The church in Chori

A picture of Bruce marks the spot where his ashes are buried

A picture of Bruce marks the spot where his ashes are buried

After the excitement of this discovery and the time spent absorbing the atmosphere and the wonderful views, we headed for Kardamyli. At a restaurant beside the beach we enjoyed a mezze of salads for lunch.

My companions at the restaurant

My companions at the restaurant

Cheers to Carol and Sarah for your great company and a big thank you to Carol for being such a brilliant host.

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Greetings from Vietnam

Thank you to everyone who sent messages of support owing to my forthcoming redundancy. It really cheered me up to know so many people are behind me. I have completed a couple of job applications and I know there are a couple of posts that I’d be interested in coming up. Fortunately I haven’t had long to dwell on the situation because I’m currently in Vietnam. I met my Australian friend in Ho Chi Minh City on Tuesday and we’ve since spent a couple of days in Hoi An on the central coast. Weather has been boiling but slightly cooler today so we managed a bike ride to the beach. Here are some photos:

vegetable gardens

vegetable gardens

planting

planting

harvesting water spinach

harvesting water spinach

motorcycles in Saigon

motorcycles in Saigon

Randy's book exchange

Randy’s book exchange

Swan towels in the hotel bedroom

Swan towels in the hotel bedroom

The dinner bell is ringing – I’ve got to go. Stories from Vietnam coming soon!

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A couple of days in Cornwall

We’ve been fantastically lucky with the weather this week. On Saturday we booked a last-minute deal at the Royal Duchy Hotel in Falmouth for dinner, bed and breakfast for 3 nights and we’ll be heading home tomorrow. My sister-in-law spent her wedding night here, so I’ve always wondered what the place was like. I’m glad to report that it’s really quite splendid.  Very friendly staff, swimming pool heated to just the right temperature and marvellous views out to sea.

St MawsHere I am, squinting in the sun, as we took the ferry over to St Maws. The ride was distinctly bouncy but as the journey’s only twenty minutes, we survived. We had lunch with friends who have a holiday home there and took a walk around the pretty church at St Just in Roseland.

St Ives

 

Today we went to St Ives, had coffee in The Tate, then drove along the north coast to St Agnes. Look at the colour of that sea. Absolutely beautiful. Now that should inspire me to do some writing.

Where have you been recently?

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A visit to the Pyramids of Giza

sphinx

This is a classic image that comes to mind when mention is made of the Pyramids at Giza. In the foreground is the Sphinx which was carved from an outcrop of rock left behind when the stones for the Great Pyramid were quarried. Used for target practice by Napoleonic troops the human head remains without a nose and beard deliberately although the paws and haunches of the beast were renovated during the 1980s and 1990s. Behind is the Pyramid of Chephren, with steeper sides than the Great Pyramid and its summit intact. Chephren was the son of Cheops who reigned between 2589 and 2566 BC and for whom the Great Pyramid was built.

Gail on Great Pyramid

Here I am standing on the blocks of the north face of the Great Pyramid.  It was early in the morning and there were not too many people about so we were able to linger without being hassled by the tourist police or hawkers. I hope from this image you get a sense of the huge scale of the pyramid, the task of construction and the sheer antiquity of it.  We visited other, lesser known pyramids, including Mycerinus which is  sheathed in Aswan granite and is sometimes known as the Red Pyramid.  Closeby there are three subsidiary pyramids which you’ll see below: Read the rest of this entry »

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Party venue: institution of mechanical engineers

When I booked my ticket for the Romantic Novelists’ Association’s winter party, I had no idea that it was to be held at the Institution of Mechanical Engineers.  At One Birdcage Walk the building is just around the corner from Westminster Palace and about a 30 minute walk from Waterloo.  Fortunately, by the time my train arrived, the wind had died down and the rain had turned to drizzle.  Even though I’d been advised to wear glitter tights, my outfit of black trousers and a top seemed appropriate and also suitable for travelling.  My only concession to party-wear were my shoes:  pointy with kitten heels. Although my toes cried for mercy with every step I managed to see the evening out without crumpling in a corner and although the acoustics in the library were appalling, I was able to chat with a number of writing friends.

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Buying books at the seaside, a trip to Avon Beach Shop

Situated next to a sandy strip of Dorset beach, the Avon Beach Shop provides all the necessities for holiday makers and day trippers. There’s a ramp that makes disabled access possible and easy entry for families with buggies.  The shop is divided into areas where a range merchandise is displayed.  There’s a section for leisure wear and swimming costumes, a central counter with the till that acts as a newsagent with papers, sweets, ice creams and drinks for sale. Opposite, there’s a selection of gifts and to the right of the entrance you’ll find body-boards, buckets and spades and the like.  Tucked away in a corner is the book department that provides a range of fiction, crime novels and local interest books.  There are few book displays that have such a marvellous backdrop through the window of the shop.

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Visit to Portmeirion, location for The Prisoner

While in North Wales, with others from Ty Newydd, I visited Portmeirion.  The village was designed by Sir Clough Williams between 1925 and 1975 in the style of an Italian village. It is located on the estuary of the River Dwyryd about two miles from Porthmadog. The village has inspired many   Read the rest of this entry »

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Writing retreat at Ty Newydd

I spent last week with members of the National Association for Writers in Education (NAWE) at Ty Newydd, the writers’ centre in Wales. The set up is rather like an Arvon Foundation course, where you are required to help prepare one meal during the week and you’re free to attend workshops/concentrate on your writing project, depending on the programme you’ve chosen. (The courses at Ty Newydd are well worth considering, if you’re interested in training to develop your writing.)  My week in Wales was a delightful retreat, hosted by NAWE’s Anne Caldwell. Read the rest of this entry »

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Looking through the window: ideas for writing

view to the north

I live in Dorchester, the county town of Dorset. This is one of the views from my house. Even on a winter’s day the outlook is, well, pleasing. Fortunately, the window in the study is set too high in the wall to cause a distraction when I’m writing at my desk. But it is lovely to stare at the water meadows whenever I’m taking a break. Thomas Hardy describes the town in The Mayor of Casterbridge as standing, ‘clean-cut and distinct, like a cheeseboard on a green table-cloth’. I imagine it is this view to the north that is the cloth. 

view to the east

If I turn my head to the right, the view is completely different. Look carefully and you’ll notice the razor wire on top of the wall. This is Dorchester Prison, a Victorian building that holds 250 male prisoners: half on remand, the other half convicted prisoners, including some serving life prison sentences.  

With two such different views, looking through the window always helps in generating ideas for writing.  While the country views assist with the description of place,  it’s looking at the prison that pricks my curiosity.  In the summer I can hear shouts as the prisoners communicate through the open windows of their cells. And walking through the town, the prison officers are distinctive in their black uniforms. When I tell people I live next door to a prison, they wonder why I haven’t taken up crime writing. It’s never too late, I think.

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