I had been looking forward to a weekend in Cardiff at a reunion for months as they are usually in beautiful hotels in parts of the country I haven’t explored. We have been to Wales before but not this hotel. It started badly. The hotel was enormous and the underground car park full. We had to unload and then take the car to an NCP car park a little way away. The weather was damp and gloomy and we went up to our room on floor 12 with trepidation. The actual room was lovely with a large TV and the usual teas and coffees. The meal on the Friday night was OK but the drinks were very expensive.
Next day, after the AGM, we had a swim in the very popular pool and I was happy as I had sold three copies of my latest book. The evening meal was billed as a gala dinner but our choices had not reached the staff so they didn’t know what to serve us. We had given them in the day before but there were four of us who had to wait for our meals.
Sunday dawned wet again so after a lovely Full English breakfast we hung about until it dried up and then went exploring. We found a falafal place for lunch and some gift shops near the castle. At last it began to feel like a holiday! Then,in the evening, we were given the same menu as Friday and told to choose two courses again. At least I knew the starter – a chicken and leek terrine, but the main course was not as good as the previous time.
We came back over a different bridge and went to pick up our little dog. Next year the event is in Scotland – too far for us, I think!
I looked through to photos I had from our visit away and the best one was this. It needs an explanation. The cottage had suggestions for where to eat out and the first one was this pub – called ‘The Bull.’ It welcomed dogs so, on the first evening, we ventured forth to have an evening meal.
It was so good and had friendly staff that we went back again on the Monday night. However, by then we were beginning to feel the heat and we didn’t stay long enough to have the meringue I had my eye on. The beers were strange to us but acceptable.
We chose salad the first night and fish and chips the second time. We ate inside but they had tables and chairs outside and this lovely statue.
New Years Eve tonight and I refuse to make a resolution. Yesterday we had our belated family get together and it worked very well with our daughter in-law feeding ten of us in their newly furbished living room. I cannot get used to the way this generation have the TV on all the time, even if they are not watching it, but I suppose it is like the way we use the wireless.
Having just discovered that someone follows ninety blogs I am concerned that I haven’t yet reached many, but then I would have no time for writing books. The next novel is taking shape and I am actually doing a little research this time. I haven’t decided which form of self publishing I will use. I am quite happy with the other six books so I don’t feel inclined to change. I write the story and hand it over to the designer and printer to produce, with input from me on the cover pictures, which we find on line. I am up to 5000 words and suppose, if I was pushed, I’d say finishing this would be a resolution but it doesn’t have to happen in 2018.
Booking a summer holiday for the two of us, with the dog, in a Cotswold cottage, has given me something else to look forward to. It might be self-catering but we usually end up having plenty of meals out . If I disappear for a while it means I’m creating elsewhere. Happy New Year.
All there was between the hotel and the sea.The story for today is what happened on the beach. We sat under a parasol on two loungers.While hubby went into the sea with his snorkelling gear I read a novel. The lady on the next lounger said ” I liked the cover of your book.” As I had brought a copy of “Never Run Away” and put it in the hotel library I replied ” Thank you – that’s one of six. I hope you enjoy the story. I did wonder if anyone was going to pick it up.”
“No, I meant the book you are reading.”
“Oh, I thought you meant the one I wrote.”
“Do you write books?”
So I told her about them and she said she would read the copy in the hotel. I think she’ll like it as she reads ‘women’s books,’ whereas someone who liked detective novels or sci-fi might not be so interested.
When we had conversed for a little longer I turned to find hubby climbing out of the sea, assisted by THREE young women! He’d lost his footing on the sandy ledge and they’d rushed to help. Unforgettable!
A flavour of the countryside where we walked the dog today. I know it isn’t about writing but if I can find attractive pictures I hope I might get more folk interested in reading my back posts.
Peat beneath my feet
tall trees, almost leafless
delicate sunlight streams
through winter branches.
February in Hartshill.
Our family had our Christmas get together yesterday and eight of us and one dog met in Surrey for a meal and gift exchange. It was lovely to see everyone, especially when we were joined by our daughter-in -law’s mother, someone we see very rarely.
There was a massive Christmas tree and we had a turkey dinner with all the trimmings and wine. Our granddaughter looked like a little princess and it was great to meet up with our grandson again as we hadn’t seen him since the spring.
Our son’s scooter magazine on line ( scooterlab.uk) is getting new readers all the time and he had a company Tshirt for his brother. I ordered one for myself. Maybe I’ll get it for my birthday.
My photos didn’t come out very well so I am promising to try harder in 2017. Pictures are the future, I’m afraid.