Monday, 28 May 2012

Passing Flame

The picturesque seaside town of Aberaeron yesterday buzzed with excitement as people came to see the Olympic Torch pass through the town.
An hour before the torch itself arrived the entourage of vehicles accompanying it passed through the town, now full of people all waiting for a glimpse of history in the making.

A Welsh Cob was used in the first part of the relay through the town, then it was passed to the runners and finally, as the sun was smothered by clouds and rain began to fall I caught the first glimpse of the flame. In the picture below, between the bus and the lorry, as if protected by the red umbrella, is the flame!

Everyone cheered as the flame passed by and jostled for position to get a photograph of it.

Friday, 11 May 2012

Here Comes Summer.

Well I hope so anyway. It's still a grey and overcast day as I look out of the window, but the signs are all there. The Swallows returned several weeks ago and are busy raising new families in the eaves of the stable. Soon after they were followed by the House Martins who are in total awe of the amount of mud around after all the rain and are building nests everywhere.

Another sign summer is approaching is the day the cows go out after being in all winter. Normally they have all the time in the world to amble along at their own pace, yet the day they go out for summer they buck and frolic like little lambs and gallop along at great speed.

On a writing front I'm looking forward to attending the RNA conference in July, which this year is in Penrith. Then at the end of summer in early October I'll be heading for one of my favourite places - The Watermill, Tuscany.

Just imagine a whole week in such a beautiful location, with fabulous food and the company of other writers. The course tutor is Kate Walker and having attended her weekend courses in Fishguard I'm really looking forward to this course.

I am also preparing my current work in progress for submission to the New Writers' Scheme and then I can start a new story which is just begging to be written.

What are you looking forward to this summer, or as some of my readers are in Australia, what are you looking forward to as winter arrives?