An alternative guide to the Lake District - ancient tomes and Marilyn Monroe...

'Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.'

Marilyn Monroe

 

A sixteenth century bookshop, Marilyn Monroe in the loo, letter boxes amongst the hedgerows -

 after spending some time in the heart of Cumbria, I thought I'd compile a tongue-in-cheek visitors' guide to the 'other side' of the Lake District... 

 

 

If, like me, you enjoy browsing in antique bookshops, Henry Roberts Books in Kendal dates back to the sixteenth century,  boasting close connections to Captain Cook.

You can  have coffee in the courtyard behind - but watch out for this very large tome (above) falling on your head...

 

 

The Civic Society plaque at Henry Roberts Books

 

While on the subject of writing, why not sit on one of the wooden benches dotted along the empty country lanes and use 'snail mail' to keep in touch with home.

 

 

'Fern Britain?'

 

 

 

 An empty country lane

 

 

Or stop for a drink at this unique café in Windermere ...

 

 

 

and spot the writing on the wall.

 

 

Or check out the local library...

 



 

 the grounds are too good to miss...

 

 

 

 And finally - don't forget the flora and fauna to be found on the village streets - before you make
your way down to the water's edge.

 



 

Lake Windermere

 

 

 

 

 

The twentieth child...a Short story with a happy ending.

The Shorts with baby Emily-Kate
as pictured in today's Daily Mail

 

Last week I wrote about women who wanted to choose the sex of their babies. Today comes the story of a very brave couple who simply wanted a baby.   Despite nineteen miscarriages they never gave up.

Their story is a long one, endless IVF, heartache and disappointment   'one minute it was elation - the next desolation ' and finally pioneering surgery  from Canada that fulfilled their dream in the shape of six-month-old

Emily-Kate

'Our life had a baby-shaped hole in it - and now it doesn't,' says Steve.

 

Everyone likes a story with a happy ending

Congratulations Joanne and Steve Short - you surely deserve it.

 

 

 

Boy or girl? When the pot boils the plot thickens...

I once wrote a feature for a glossy women's magazine entitled 'Why Some women can't bear the thought of having a son.'  Ok, so it was a long winded title for the subject but the story was close to my heart. I'd recently met up with a distant friend who'd just given birth to her third son. He was perfect and I said so. But she didn't see it that way.

'I couldn't bear to look at him in the beginning,' she told me. 'I so much wanted a daughter.'

The child was beautifully  cared for along with his two adorable brothers, but the mother was inconsolable. So, six months and a great deal of research later, my feature was accepted for publication. The sub editor stuck to my original copy almost word for word but there was just one significant change: the headline ran - Why some women don't want daughters...

It sounded better, didn't it?  It was pithy and to the point. There was just one problem: I had two much-loved and much wanted daughters of my own.

'I read your article at the weekend,' my younger girl's teacher said with a knowing look as I picked her up from school. 'I had no idea you felt that way.'

I opened my mouth to explain but there seemed little point. She'd already made up her mind. On the plus side, my two girls were too young to understand the significance of my words or to take offence. But the guilt stayed with me for a very long time.

Today parents-to-be are privileged to know the sex of their child before the birth, though I can't help wondering if this takes some of the magic away. And what if the information is wrong?

'How's your new sister?' a teacher friend asked one of her pupils the other day, the oldest of three brothers.

'She's a boy,' he replied matter-of-factly, 'and me mum's not 'appy.'

No-one can yet choose the sex of their baby (with the exception, perhaps, of Posh and Becks) and I really believe things should stay that way.

'Is it a girl or a boy?' I asked the midwife as my first child entered the world. 'I don't know - it hasn't told us yet,' came the quick reply.

It's a bit like writing a novel really, or making a gourmet meal. Whatever the outcome you know it will be worth it in the end.



 

Antique books in old Bridlington - the very best of medicine!

An antique bookshop in an original Victorian Chemist, a 1920s typewriter and a tearoom groaning with antiques. Sounds like the centre of Chester or Bath? No, this is Bridlington! 

Burlington Books in Old Bridlington
situated in an original Victorian chemist shop



In the 1960's an original Georgian street in the old quarter of Bridlington on the East Yorkshire coast was earmarked for demolition by the local authority. The new town was at the height of its popularity as a holiday resort whilst the old high street no longer seemed to have a purpose. But the council reckoned without the tenacityof the local businesses who were determined to keep the history of the town alive. Last week I discovered the restored High Street for myself and it is far, far better than any museum,  crammed with antique shops, arts and crafts shops and, most of all, with people who are proud of their heritage. Old photographs from the 1950s show this wonderful street with its Georgian bow windows and adverts for Capstans cigarettes and 'Players Please' with a solitary  Morris  Oxford wending its way past the shops. It could almost be the same place today

The bookshop's owners, Mr and Mrs Stephen Reynolds, gave me a particularly old fashioned  welcome, finding me books from World War Two, an era that has always fascinated me, and even producing a paperback about Guernsey as soon as I mentioned where I was born.

We spent most of  the week in York, taking in many historic sites including the Castle Museum with its 'real life' Victorian Street, and the splendid York Minster, both of which attract visitors from all over the world.  Yet it was old Bridlington, once almost lost forever, that really transported me to the past.

  

A 1920s Underwood typewriter at the
Georgian Rooms, Old Bridlington

 

Say 'No' to white lines

Are you reading me? Fifty Sheds of Wray..

 



Fifty Sheds of Wray

 

And these are just some of the sheds...

 

Fifty Sheds of Wray - just one  of the wonderfully inventive entrants in this year's famous Scarecrow Festival held in the pretty village of Wray in the Lune Valley. Adopting the theme 'Read Me' the villagers used their ingenuity (and their front gardens) to create their own scarecrows which entertained visitors from all over the country.

Strange how scarecrows have always held a fascination for young children. Barbara Euphan Todd's Worzel Gummidge about a girl and boy who discover this 'half scarecrow, half man' was immortalized on television in the nineteen eighties. But I wonder who knows that in the Middle Ages it was the children themselves who were used as crow-scarers...?  Only a shortage of young children apparently prompted farmers to stuff old clothes with straw and place a turnip on top to do the job!

The most famous scarecrow of all has to be from the1939 American fantasy adventure film Wizard of Oz. Based on the 1900 novel The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by Frank L Baum, it was not initially a box office success, it seems,  but has made up for it ever since.

'I could while away the hours, conferrin’ with the flowers, consultin’ with the rain. And my head I’d be scratchin’, while my thoughts were busy hatchin',  if I only had a brain...' sang the scarecrow. 

If only I had a brain! Now that's a thought that occurs to me when I'm struggling to find the right words sometimes.  I wonder if anyone else feels the same?




 

Expresso Bongo and Mrs Bouquet...

Blog Awards make me smile.  As well as prompting us all to read and comment on what other people are thinking, they also encourage us to tell all. Happy to be awarded the Sunshine Blog Award this week,  I struggled to find some little snippet  I hadn't admitted to before. So here goes...

Although my my nickname is Maz  I also have been known to answer to Mrs Bouquet....no prizes for guessing why...


Here's the second confession:

I met Cliff Richard when I was nine after a concert at the De Montfort Hall, Leicester. He asked me how I was, but I was too dumbstruck to reply.  He'd just made Expresso Bongo - a satire on the music industry for which  (I think) he prefers not to be remembered.

Meanwhile, the  rules of the award are as follows:

* Link to the person who nominated you and thank them.
* Answer 10 questions about yourself.
* Pass on the award to your favourite blogs and link them to your own.

So thank you Barbara at March House books who knows everything there is to know about vintage books for children.  You can find her onhttp://marchhousebookscom.blogspot.com/

And now for the rest of those questions:

I first got published when I was fifteen and still at school - in a national football magazine.
My favourite UK destination - York
Facebook or Twitter - Facebook
The man I would most like to have met - James Stewart
My favourite charity HUSH - the Uk's E.coli Support Group
The writer who most inspired me - Rosie Thomas
When would I like to have lived - Victorian times
My favourite quote - It is a good thing for an uneducated man to read books of quotations -
Winston Churchill 1930  (I always wonder if that applies to uneducated women, too?)

And now to the blogs I'd like to nominate

Linda at http://lindaproud.wordpress.com/
Hanner Cymraes … means half Welsh woman
Margaret James at Margaret James
Gloria at Gloria Horsehound's Bungalow
Karen at http://writewritingwritten.blogspot.co.uk/
Karen at Do Authors Dream of Electric Books?
Helen at http://blogaboutwriting.wordpress.com/
Linda at http://www.novelpointsofview.co.uk/


               
 

Fifties love affairs, a 'famos ritter' and a fairweather award - it must be Tuesday...

A children's author who sells a book every seven seconds in Britain  today admits that many of her readers have no idea how to spell.

Dame Jacqueline Wilson receives several hundred fan letters every week from children in Eastern Europe, Spain and Portugal but it's the Brits who have the worst spelling and grammar. 'Sometimes it is unintentionally and sweetly funny,' she tells The Times today, citing 'I want to be a famos ritter,'
 as one of her favourites.

Particularly well-known for the famous Tracy Beaker series, the author believes in facing tricky subjects head-on, such as divorce, abuse and mental health issues.  Her huge success also makes her the most borrowed children's author from our public libraries in the last decade.

Talking of decades, I was amazed to read the other day of a 105-year-old author of romantic fiction who has two more titles coming out this year.  Ida Pollock began writing when she was fourteen and has produced 123 novels -  eight of them in one year alone.

Mrs Pollock prefers to write about the attraction between men and women  'full of hope and romance' as opposed to some of the more explicit sexual overtones found in novels today. She likes her heroes to be rich and preferably older, with the ability to 'sweep in and save the day.'

These days she dictates her stories to her 69-year-old daughter Rosemary, but says she will never tire of telling stories.

Interestingly, Mrs Pollock's late husband was once married to Enid Blyton.  She herself helped found the Romantic Novelists' Association which recently made her an honorary vice-president to mark her
105th birthday.

I wonder what Ida Pollock thinks of the enormous success of e-books? Or, for that matter of writing blogs like this one?  In this first week of summer weather so far I have been nominated for the Sunshine Blog Award by  Barbara at March House books, whose own blog is included in Tesco's top ten book blogs for children.

Thanks, Barbara (or Bobbie as she likes to be called.) I will be posting my own list of questions and answers, not to mention other nominees next time. In the meantime - here's to more sunshine!

 

I'll be a log in a minute...

I've caused quite a lot of amusement since I acquired my new smartphone - sending unintelligible messages which seem to be immune  to predictive text. So it is with interest and trepidation that I read of the introduction of the new Kalq keyboard, designed at St Andrews University and soon to be made available as a free app on Android.

I'll be a log in a minute,' I texted my friend the other day.
'I always thought you looked a bit wooden,' came the quick-fire reply...

Trusty old Qwerty, which I've used since I first learnt to type, has me racing along on my laptop at around 120 words a minute, as opposed to the  20 words per minute most people manage on the average tablet.  Not surprising, then, that an idea developed in the late nineteenth century has finally found a  serious rival.

Apparently a lot of thought has gone into the study of thumb movements which, as all typists know, are usually reserved for the pressing of the humble space bar.  So, as I'm all fingers and thumbs at the best of times, I suspect I should  give it a go. Kalq, by the way, represents the four letters on the bottom line of the screen, which shows the keyboard split into two.

The developers are due to present their research work at a computing systems conference in Paris on May 1. Paris in the Spring?  I'm beginning to think this is a very good idea after all...


 

An expert on men - at ninety-one - will she tell all?

A loud cheer for the appropriately-named  Eileen Younghusband  whose book 'One Woman's War' has been shortlisted for The People's Book Prize.  The ninety-one-year-old started writing her wartime memoirs four years ago when many women might be content to spend the day knitting socks or pottering about in the garden.

Last week on this blog I championed the demise of the typical granny with her grey bun and steel-rimmed specs.  Now we have the proof! Eileen's latest book discusses the numerous men, famous and not so famous, she has met in of the course her life. 'Men I Have Known' gives some surprising insights, from  encounters with Rex Harrison and Dylan Thomas to her meeting with Edward Heath, Margaret Thatcher's infamous predecessor, who apparently  'had no desire to talk to a woman.'  In the most unlikely quote from this book, as seen in The Times this week, Mrs Younghusband says

'Among these men it is for you to know and me to wonder how many I slept with...'

One Woman's War, describes  Mrs Younghusband's life in the Filter Room of RAF Fighter Command, collecting data from radar stations in order to plot the path of German bombers. After that she spent time in Belgium studying the  flight paths of V2 rockets. Even after the war she continued to help the  RAF by showing officers round a Belgian concentration camp, before settling back in Britian to run pubs and hotels.

Meanwhile, this indomitable lady has been studying creative writing, socio-linguistics and philosophy in her spare time.

'One Woman's War' is available from Candy Jar Books priced £8.99
'Men I Have Known' will be launched in Wales this summer  on the author's 92nd birthday.