Staycation

abbey fields lakeBack home from a delightful break in Kenilworth where the Abbey Fields were just as I remember them but the walk across them to the shopping centre seemed much longer     ( and steeper) that it was eleven years ago. We found two good places to eat The Almanac and the Clarendon so I didn’t do much cooking. We did see most of the family but it was a long drive so may not be repeated in future. Now to face a root canal filling! Life is never simple, is it?

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What I have seen

Apologies for repeating the last post but I couldn’t find it when I searched for it and didn’t know how else to check on visitors.

I don’t have a poem at present but I would like to comment on a TV programme we have been watching. Bradley Walsh and his son have been swanning around the USA having adventures and the pleasure they showed  couldn’t have been acting all the time, even if some of the singing as they drove might have been just for the cameras.

There are a lot of these travel shows on TV at the moment, with railways  and cars featuring quite often but it is usually the interaction between the participants that leaves a lasting impression. The films of India always keep me enthralled and as I age it is possible that these scenes of distant lands are the most valuable programmes on TV.

The Eye of the Beholder

Yesterday I went to the Self Publishing Exchange run by new Generation Publishing in London. Two of us travelled up from Worthing, recognising that the journey would be longer than usual because there were no trains on the Brighton Line. What we hadn’t reckoned with was, on reaching Victoria, we found there were no underground trains on the circle and district lines which meant, instead of going direct to our destination, Charing Cross, we had to take in two more stops on two other lines which meant walking up and down stairs and slopes and arriving at the college exhausted and late.

Once the event restarted, after welcome coffee, we were treated to some interesting panels with a variety of speakers on editing and marketing but, by lunchtime it became obvious that we were only scratching the surface. There was so much more we could have learned given more time. In fact, the scope was so broad it could take a whole weekend. This was followed by group ‘pitches’ to experts in the field and we were happy to find out more about New Generation and hear advice about approaching agents but, of course, did not know what the other groups were discussing.

On the way home we were offered seats on the underground but as we were only going one stop we declined the offer which made me think about how we were perceived. It all started when I asked about libraries in the panel session and realised most people thought they were redundant. Then a speaker almost suggested printed books were also unnecessary and I began to feel old. When I arrived home I looked in the mirror and tried to imagine what I looked like to other, younger people and came to the conclusion I must look like an old woman whose ideas and attitudes belong in the past. It was nice to be offered a seat but I think maybe it means I shall from now on be dismissed as unworthy of attention – the ‘invisibility’ of the old has arrived!bookwormclipart