Weeks of restrictions on our movements have affected us all. Not far from my home town in Dorset is one of the main cruising ports in the UK, Southampton. It is capable of receiving the largest of passenger ships. They navigate the Solent Channel between the mainland and the Isle of Wight to reach the base at Southampton Docks.
During the Pandemic, these ships have laid empty except for the crew who maintain the essential systems. For several weeks, three of the ships have been anchored off the beach in Bournemouth Bay until their services are required once again.
The rise and fall of the tide in this area causes Poole Harbour to dry out at times, allowing people to walk across the wet sand and collect worms and other sea material. Kite surfing is a popular hobby giving spectators a colourful background.
Our local airport is a gateway for carriers such as Ryanair and TUI taking passengers to reasonably close destinations in Europe and private aircraft. It is unusual to see jumbo planes sitting on the tarmac but with the grounding of so many flights internationally, some of British Airways planes are parked for storage in Bournemouth.
Before things start to get back to normal (or as we are told ‘the new normal’) I decided to drive by to see what the fuss is about.
Well, it is impressive to see these planes crammed in to our little airport and I had the added bonus of watching the NHS delivery plane take off.
The media report overcrowded beaches and poor social distancing in Bournemouth and Poole but my experience contradicts this observation.
There is the odd group of youngsters who clearly are not part of the same household and they gathered on the beach in their small groups but, in the main, they keep their distance from others.
The promenade is a busy roadway for bikes and pedestrians but it is possible to step down on to the sand and find plenty of space to observe the 2 m rule. I love to ride my bike along the promenade however I do not agree that bikes should be free to dominate the path and to play dodgems with pedestrians. Many times, I have wished the authorities would ban all wheeled vehicles, be they bikes, skateboards, cars, etc and avoid the risk of collision with the children, dogs, elderly etc.
These moss covered rocks gave the appearance of green hills erupting from the sand. One step up could be a dangerous decision as the moss acts like ice on a ski slope and I have witnessed the fall of a few unsuspecting victims.
Last night’s announcement of the plan for coming out of the UK lockdown has left some of the population confused but hopeful that we will soon be able to have time with our families. For us, that has been the hardest thing about the situation. Zoom meetings are fun but they don’t replace the real pleasure of being with our loved ones.
Today the weather has changed and the winds are ablowin. We were attacked by swirls of sand as we took our daily exercise today and the waves crashed along the shore. It was very different to the calm weather of the weekend when not a ripple disturbed the harbour waters.
Lindsay with Michelle the founder of the LLL clubs
I was honoured to be invited by Michelle to be the lunchtime speaker at the local branch of the LiveLaughLadies Club. The event was well attended and I gave my audience an insight to life as a writer, the true facts behind my novel Silencio, and what it’s really like to publish a book.
The LLL concept was conceived by Michelle and the following statement from the website gives you an idea of the aims of the clubs.
‘Founded by Michelle Bartlett in 2014 on the south coast, Live Laugh Love Ladies Club is a club with a difference. These clubs are about fun, love and laughter for ladies over 18 to meet, relax and enjoy an inspirational guest speaker, delicious food and great company. It’s not a club for business, it is a social club for all women.’
I’ve been experimenting with the form of cinquain in poetry today. Poetry is not my natural writing model but I love reading it and today I have been told that my daughter has felt my grandchild kick for the first time so it seems a fun thing to try today. Feedback is welcome as I am always striving for improvement.
We have waited and yearned
for this moment of arrival.
This form of poetry has 5 lines
THE MAN IN THE PARK
through the wild night,
caring not for the others,
his spirit abandoned and free.
Today I am thrilled that I am the guest blogger on Jenny Kane’s entertaining website, a perfect blend of coffee and articles about writing, books and life. Jenny is a talented writer living in the southwest UK and we connected through a Facebook group for local authors.
Click on the link below to read my article about how real life affects fiction writing.
Also at http://www.jennykane.co.uk
Here is the beautiful Westbourne Bookshop. The owners have just celebrated their first birthday and are working hard to create the perfect environment to shelter the work of the authors.
And look at what is on their shelves. My own novel Silencio.
When Will I Come Down to Earth?
The countdown has begun and the dress fittings nearly finished. Eleven months have passed since the proposal and the day that the planning began. My daughter and her beau will speak in front of us all and I will clutch my square of soft linen, hoping that I don’t embarrass them with a sob, audible in one of the quiet moments.
Soon it will all be a lovely memory and my feet will touch the ground.
I will be sorry but also admit that I am looking forward to concentrating on book number 2.
Lessons learned are:
- mother of the bride outfits can cost more than the wedding dress
- you can’t convince a man that eyebrows, nails, make-up, hair, etc matter
- hats don’t suit everyone and feathers coming out of one’s head can look ridiculous
- money doesn’t grow on trees
- the heart does swell when your child is happy