Letter U (o &u must be present) : Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge

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These young pups would loved to have escaped from their doghouse

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Gluttonous is the only way to describe someone who can’t wait for a spoon to be found.

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This chair was enormous

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Was the person here enormous and thus a giant or was he found in the Land of Lilliput

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Clouds are a favourite to photograph

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I don’t know that I would enjoy living in a houseboat this small.

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Fountains bring calm to an otherwise rushed city.

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This photograph has always seemed to me to be a perfect example of incongruence.

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A sign that fulfils the criteria of the prompt.

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Mushrooms

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Astounded not a state I find myself in too often.

In response to Cee’s prompt for the letter U

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Sitting Duck: Wordless Wednesday

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The Dance: FFFAW

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photo courtesy of Fandango thank you.

Hidden,  I watched the near naked men dance. Splayed feet sent vibrations through the ground, into my body. My desire to join in with the rhythmic beating of their wide, cracked feet as they pounded the earth was immense. The gyrations reached a crescendo, then suddenly stopped. Silence.

The motionless men mesmerised me. I was fixed, unable to move. Initially  I was unaware because I did not attempt to stir but when I tried, I found I was glued to the spot. Earlier my limbs craved movement but now, they were so heavy they couldn’t be shifted. My torso too, only swayed with the breeze. My eyes fixed, stared straight ahead at the frozen men.

“Annabelle, there you are.” Simon tapped me on the shoulder.

“Shhhhh. The men,”  I pointed, “they’ll see you.”

“What’s you talking about Anna. Those dead branches over there? C’mmon. Race you back to the house.”

I lifted a foot. It was no longer rooted to the spot. Tentatively I walked over to where the men had been. Simon was right. A gnarled jumble of branches. Then I saw the footprint.

In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFFAW)  185 words

 

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Texture from Ricks: Tuesdays of Texture

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Rick’s Artisan Pies and Sour Dough is a new store in town. One of the girls from Jaspers (which has changed hands) now works there and obviously we had to go and see what her new work conditions were like.

Wow were we impressed. Jeff from Jaspers would have been impressed and we were impressed by Jeff’s oven ware. Ricks has the latest of the late when it comes to ovens and it must be a real delight not having to come in at 4 am to do whatever had to be done as these ovens do the lot. Even keep the mother sour at exactly the right temperature. You can tell I’m no baker but I know what I enjoy eating and this veggie pie was just delicious. Even the texture made my mouth drool.

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Can You Hear Me: Book Review

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“In the summer of 1978, the summer I met Anna Trabuio, my father took a girl into the woods.”

Doesn’t the first line of Can you hear me? by Elena Varvello make you want to read on? When my husband raved about it saying it was the best book he’d read in the last 20 years I knew I had to read it. Had he just read nothing of much quality or was he right. On reading the first line I knew I was hooked and read the book in a very short time – in other words I found it hard to put down. Although the narrator, a boy called Elia, gives you the climax in this first line I still wanted to know more. I needed to know about the summer — the how and the why and the consequences.

For me it was predominantly a coming of age novel set amongst the back drop of a father struggling with a mental illness brought on by being made redundant, a passive mother, a friend who is not approved  of  by his mother for reasons she is hiding and that friend’s mother, Anna Trabuio who has a past too that is being hidden and who Elia dreams of. Suspense comes in the form of a missing boy and the girl that his father took into the woods and the undercurrents that flow around each character. I found all the characters well -developed and totally believable. I shared Elia’s fears, I understood his dreams. It is a story of knowledge and knowing its limits. This is summed up when Anna tells Elia, “its more the things you don’t know than the ones you thought you knew. In the end, you realise you knew nothing at all.”

Unlike the last couple of books reviewed, this was not lyrical writing. Descriptions were sparse, sentences were short. Despite this, or perhaps because of this, the visual images were vivid and it took you inside the head more than marvelling at the surroundings. It was set in Italy but to me place was unimportant. It could have been anywhere.

It is difficult to be more specific without spoilers for I have to admit I was surprised at the end. Would I recommend this book – absolutely. I don’t think it was the best book I’ve read in the last 20 years but it certainly got me in and  had me turning pages.

In a letter to the reader  Varvello tells that this book is personal as it is the story of her own father who suffered from bipolar disorder. She wrote in this letter ” I loved him and I didn’t know him and I couldn’t reach him anymore. That’s when I began transforming reality into fiction.”  That it is a personal story does not come across on reading but the depth of the characters and the author’s ability to write these conditions certainly does.

Note: This book was translated from Italian to English by Alex Valente. It won an English Pen Award.

 

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Weekend Coffee Share 7th January 2018

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Welcome and come on in for the first coffee of the New Year. How has the year been for you so far? Did you set resolutions? I hope if you did you have done better at keeping them. I only set one and that lasted two days. The constant battle will continue however in the weight department. Any tips gratefully received although I know what I have to do I just don’t seem to be able to muster the passion I need to do it. In fact at times I say “I’m just going to embrace fat.” If it was just body image I could happily do that but I fear that it affects health and that and mobility as you get older have to be worked at. Anyway, I’m being rude chattering when I haven’t even offered you your choice of beverage. What would you like? I have most things.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I have really enjoyed these last weeks of having little on. It has allowed me to totally relax. I feel as though I am on holidays and that is wonderful. I could have gone dancing last night but even that didn’t make me want to give up my holiday feel. This coming week it is as though the holiday is over. We have appointments and regular activities that are commencing again. I’ll dance next week.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I am well on track to completing the final edit of my memoir Nightmare in Paradise. That has really buoyed my spirits. As you can guess from that I have been spending my holiday time writing, reading, gardening and eating.

Because I have been doing little that you want to hear about I am going to have a brief rant instead and perhaps someone can explain it to me. In our public carparks we have the parking bays closest to the shops reserved 4 for disabled,  8 for mothers with prams leaving 3 more spots close to the shops. Why do mothers with prams need these parks at this proximity. Surely they are the fittest they will ever be at this age. What about those elderly who don’t fit the criteria for a wheelchair permit but are still weak and infirm, walking with walkers and sticks yet have to park a long distance from the shops. I just don’t get it. Rant over.

One thing I love about the blog world is that it sends you on journeys that you probably would never have taken but for a chance comment, a prompt you need to research or just random reading of others words. Such an occasion happened with a comment that explained to me where Bobby as a term for policeman came from. I didn’t know that it came from Sir Robert Peel but the name immediately clicked. I had to find out what the name had triggered in my memory. He was a Prime Minister during Queen Victoria’s reign and quite an incredible man working toward free trade and peace back then in the early 19th century. Revisiting this I found some quotes that I just had to share:

quotes from Sir Robert Peel

Public opinion is a compound of folly, weakness, prejudice, wrong feeling, right feeling, obstinacy, and newspaper paragraphs.
Agitation is the marshalling of the conscience of a nation to mold its laws.
But after this natural burst of indignation, no man of sense, courage, or prudence will waste his time or his strength in retrospective reproaches or repinings.
I just loved them.
Enough about me.  How was your week? Has your weather been warmer/colder, wetter/drier. Have you read any good books or seen any good films?  Thank you for dropping in for coffee, it is lovely to see you. Thanks to  eclecticali  who is our host of the weekend coffee share.
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A Day at the Beach : Silent Sunday

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Francis Stacker Dutton: Copper Country: 99 Word Flash Fiction

Funny how things turn out. Here I am. An Englishman born in Germany ending up in South Australia. Sheep was my game. Fine merino. I had an eye; could pick fine fleece from  inferior. My sheep went missing. Looking for them changed my direction. Found copper and started a mine. Needed miners so I went to England to find ’em in Cornwall. Sold my mine shares instead and wrote a book about South Australian mines. Made a fortune. Didn’t have to work but ended up South Australia’s Premier. Seat of Light. Ironic. Can’t have light without copper. Copper country.

In response to Charli’s 99 word prompt where she asks:

January 4, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about Copper Country. It can be any place, fictional, historical, or on another planet. Go where the copper leads.

Respond by January 9, 2018, to be included in the compilation (published January 10). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

Historical fiction – Francis Stacker 1818 -1877. He apparently died from a skin disorder – which makes me wonder whether copper, so influential in his life, also caused his death. It is only supposition on my part but he could have suffered copper toxicity syndrome.

 

 

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The finger: Cee’s Which Way Challenge

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Taken predominantly for the castle but Spital caused me a smile and the finger….. I guess the finger doesn’t quite have the same meaning as it does here or perhaps I don’t understand the lingo.

For Cee’s Which Way Challenge

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The Journey: Three Line Tales

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The officials were herding them like cattle and like sheep they followed, into the train carriages that were at the siding waiting.  The whistle blew and steam hissed as the train picked up speed. Gemma smiled.  She’d always wanted to travel in a steam train.

For Sonya’s 3 Line Tales

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