After a busy day in the Orkneys visiting as many things on Mainland as possible, my travel buddy and I got on a midnight ferry to Aberdeen. It was a weird thing to go to sleep in one place and wake up in another! Made stranger by it having been cool and very wet on Mainland while we woke to amazing warm, sunshine in Aberdeen. For a moment we thought we’d been blown off course in the night!
Don’t you love their logo?
Coincidentally, we visited the Cairn that is the inspiration for the place thee heroine in Outlander timeslips… I can totally see why an author would find the place inspiring!
Between the castles, the standing stones and even a broch I have been geeking out on history…
My poor brain is struggling to know what to do with itself since finishing the PAR draft and this does kind of remind me of how you suddenly have time on hands when you come out of a relationship. I find myself sitting around going “what did I used to think about while weeding?” and “what did I used to do on the train?”.
Of course the writing daemon is perched on the back of the couch, grinning. He’s already got story work lined up for the brain. In fact he sent me off to look at where the three novellas were at pre-Dec 2016 and together we’ve decided they are in much better shape than we thought they were!
I have no personal experience of war, but every time I hear “age shall not weary them” it touches me. There’s something haunting about the lines and their being followed by the Last Post.
The Ode of Remembrance draws from a longer First World War poem called For the Fallen, by Laurence Binyon and, while often you only hear the 4th stanza, I like it when you hear the 3rd and 4th:
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Last book club was fun for all of us chatting previous and about up coming travel plans and the fact we’d all had a bit of a chuckle from the book, which was Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. I have to say it struck me as typically Prachett; quirky and absurd with a dash of surreal.
What caught my writer’s eye though, was the point in the text at which a crazy number of strands suddenly converged into one narrative. Up until then it was either intriguing or annoying depending on how you react as a reader to the constant and isolated introduction of new characters!
The bookclubbers were a bit divided depending on whether they’d made it past that point or not, and not everyone found it as funny as I did. Though they did all have a laugh at me as I retold the scene where a big, nasty hell-hound turns into a tiny, jack russell type dog, complete with inside-out ear and chuckled a lot.