…a rush of wind comes up the alley

…a rush of wind comes up the alley and almost pushes me over, the noise is like the sea crashing onto rocks. I steady myself against the damp wall and turn to see Korakas. He stands tall, blocking the feeble light from the houses on the street. He has his arms raised, as I had done and he is screeching at them. His eyes are alight, his hair is flying in the strange wind and his features seem angular. Suddenly he is beside me and holds me close to him, snatching me away from the two men in front of me. He sweeps his other arm in front of his face and sends one of the men sprawling to the floor, where he lies limp, blood trickling from a cut on his head. The other man drops to his knees and crawls towards his friend, sobbing and begging. The others are crossing themselves and half run half crawl to aid their friends at our feet. Korakas sweeps his coat across in front of my face and moves towards the American. The men scrabble to get out of his way. He holds me around my waist. I can feel my legs weaken and I am glad of his support. . . . . . . . . . .

from: Korakas by Anne Holloway –   a novel about control


These Boots are Made for Nordic Walking

Today (Saturday) is my third time with the Nordic Walking group that I have just joined. I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time, telling yourself it is something that would be a good idea and then you don’t actually do anything. Finally I dropped an email to one of the instructors and that was it, I was on the end of his line and somehow there was no way I could wriggle off.

Nordic walking was developed by cross-country skiers who wanted to keep up training through the summer months to maintain their fitness.  You walk with specially designed poles which take some of the weight of your body off your knees and legs. Your upper body gets a cardio-vascular workout as you walk. Can’t be bad.

The group walks in Bushy Park, the second largest Royal Park. The park is right beside Hampton Court and was a hunting ground for Henry VIII although allegedly there was a settlement there as long ago as 4,000 years. As well as the herds of deer and other various wildlife a large proportion of the local population seems to be out there running, walking the dog or just ambling around the woodland gardens with small lively children or elderly relatives.

So, a walk in the open air, a chat with new people and healthy exercise all combined in one activity.



People Planning

I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time. How can I preserve MLD’s cartoony drawings that she was always scribbling on bits of paper. I had at least scanned a few so they wouldn’t disappear into recycle heaven.

By chance one found itself snuggled up against an old brown and white gingham curtain and I decided what I would do. I would stitch the characters in brown embroidery thread onto calico and make a quilt of squares alternating between the calico people and the gingham squares.

So far Iihave stitched the people but I need to decide whether to surround the calico squares with dark bown sashing, or not. I can’t quite make my mind up.

A vast net

The rooks too were keeping one of their annual festivities; soaring round the tree tops until it looked as if a vast net with thousands of black knots in it had been cast up into the air again in a wider circle this time, with the utmost clamour and vociferation, as though to be thrown into the air and settle slowly down upon the tree tops were a tremendously exciting experience.

…………… Virginia Woolf, “The Death of the Moth”.

South Riding

Yorkshire TV 1974           Virago 2011                     BBC TV 2011

Dorothy Tutin                                                       Anna Maxwell Martin

I was lucky enough to receive a copy of South Riding with this lovely cover (middle above) from Virago and just about managed to finish reading it in time for the series that began at 9pm on Sunday.  I have memories of seeing the 1974 Yorkshire TV version with Dorothy Tutin as Sarah Burton and Lesley Dunlop as the clever but under-privileged Lydia Holly.

Maybe it is my nostalgia for the life of my family in the 1960s and 1970s that so far has me wondering if this new series will be as memorable as the old. If I had a bath, washed my hair and made sure my homework was finished before the titles rolled would I be able to recreate that warm glow that comes from enjoying watching a good TV series in good company?

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