At the weekend, my husband and I transformed a light and airy bedroom
to a moody dreaming-room with flocks of
birds across the walls. The bird theme seems to have escaped from the cover of my novel, created by the very talented graphic designer Anna Cleary .
I must credit the wallpaper to K& K Designs - available from Roger Austin Interiors and the wallpapering skills to my husband (who remained very patient and calm throughout.)
I must credit the wallpaper to K& K Designs - available from Roger Austin Interiors and the wallpapering skills to my husband (who remained very patient and calm throughout.)
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The finished bedroom |
On Friday, I attended a fantastic evening of prose, poetry and
music run by Spotlight in Lancaster. The
significant change was it marked the leaving of a talented writer, poet and
friend: Miss P – who is moving to the ‘mean streets’ of Oxford to study - our sad loss, their huge gain. Miss P writes and recites raw, edgy poetry that
is also darkly humorous, and you find yourself belly-laughing as you listen, yet fascinated by the compelling
narratives of her poems.
The next Lancaster Spotlight date is the ‘Spotlight’s Litfest Open Mic Slam’ – I will definitely attend again, and give it three minutes of prose.
The next Lancaster Spotlight date is the ‘Spotlight’s Litfest Open Mic Slam’ – I will definitely attend again, and give it three minutes of prose.
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Sailing on Lake Windermere |
Yesterday, I observed the changing of the seasons from a different
perspective - from the water. Thanks to a dear friend and his yacht, The Scurvy
Dog, we spent a glorious six hours sailing along Lake Windermere.
I love discovering the secrets of the land from the water. It was a gloriously warm afternoon, superseded by the biting Autumnal chill of the evening. We watched the sun slowly bleed pink and gold into the green landscape until it darkened, then we tick-tacked back to Lakeside, Newby Bridge.
I love discovering the secrets of the land from the water. It was a gloriously warm afternoon, superseded by the biting Autumnal chill of the evening. We watched the sun slowly bleed pink and gold into the green landscape until it darkened, then we tick-tacked back to Lakeside, Newby Bridge.
N P Postlethwaite is author of The First Sense eBook
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