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Just back from the Alan Garner lecture at Jodrell Bank.
That was fabulous.
It was introduced by a lady from The Times, who read your review, Neil Gaiman, which made me smile.
He read us what he said was the original first page of the book which became Brisingamen* (to much hilarity, it was all very jolly hockey sticks and lashings of ginger beer and was nearly set in Cornwall - starts with the Whisterfield twins in London, watching the rain and talking about a holiday in Cornwall).
He read us the authorised authors cut of Gomrath (and 'Yay, we win' cried the Morrigan and went upstairs and wrung the little buggers neck.)
He read from Boneland, he read lots of Boneland. That was a real treat, nothing beats hearing the author themself. Eh, I love his turn with an accent, so reminds me of me granddad.
We could have listened for hours.
Jodrell is, in itself, a magical place, though I'm very glad the rain confined itself to during the talk, if it had rained as hard as it did when we were walking (past the whispering dishes! and the great Lovell itself) to the visitors centre, it would have been miserable.
I went with Serena Culfeather and her husband, we met Simon Baines-Norton and really wish we could have talked for longer, but I know he had a long trip home and briefly saw Mary Beaird too, I hope you didn't get too wet, hon!
Off to St Briavels tomorrow, walk in Wyre Valley may be curtailed by weather, I can always stop off in Monmouth and wander round there instead.
*still not convinced they were originally twins or originally called Whisterfield, but then, who am I to argue? Just reeks of retcon to little old me (of course, I don't think it matters to anyone but me!
That was fabulous.
It was introduced by a lady from The Times, who read your review, Neil Gaiman, which made me smile.
He read us what he said was the original first page of the book which became Brisingamen* (to much hilarity, it was all very jolly hockey sticks and lashings of ginger beer and was nearly set in Cornwall - starts with the Whisterfield twins in London, watching the rain and talking about a holiday in Cornwall).
He read us the authorised authors cut of Gomrath (and 'Yay, we win' cried the Morrigan and went upstairs and wrung the little buggers neck.)
He read from Boneland, he read lots of Boneland. That was a real treat, nothing beats hearing the author themself. Eh, I love his turn with an accent, so reminds me of me granddad.
We could have listened for hours.
Jodrell is, in itself, a magical place, though I'm very glad the rain confined itself to during the talk, if it had rained as hard as it did when we were walking (past the whispering dishes! and the great Lovell itself) to the visitors centre, it would have been miserable.
I went with Serena Culfeather and her husband, we met Simon Baines-Norton and really wish we could have talked for longer, but I know he had a long trip home and briefly saw Mary Beaird too, I hope you didn't get too wet, hon!
Off to St Briavels tomorrow, walk in Wyre Valley may be curtailed by weather, I can always stop off in Monmouth and wander round there instead.
*still not convinced they were originally twins or originally called Whisterfield, but then, who am I to argue? Just reeks of retcon to little old me (of course, I don't think it matters to anyone but me!
