William Boyd's Waiting for Sunrise is one of the most beautifully written modern novels that I have had the pleasure of reading. You can read my review of it on The Dabbler.
If you would like a chance to win my copy, then leave a comment here on this post and I will draw a name at the end of next week. If you want to increase your chances of winning, there are two more copies available on The Dabbler. There are always free books available there for readers who join the book club so why not join now? Happy reading!
"At every step you make me digress; today I do not know whither I am destined." (Tagore)
Friday, February 24, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
An explosion of talent
Last night, we went to The Gallery at the Queen's Theatre in Barnstaple to listen to the young Norwegian jazz musician Marius Neset. I have been a jazz enthusiast for most of my life and I have seen many great musicians but I found this saxaphone playing unique. The quartet of Marius Neset on saxaphone, Jasper Hoiby on bass, drummer Anton Eger and Nick Ramm on piano played pieces from their latest album, Golden Explosion.
If you get an opportunity to see a live performance, I wholeheartedly recommend it. The CD is good but cannot replicate the magical experience of being in the electric presence of this exciting, gifted young man. Here is a taster:
If you get an opportunity to see a live performance, I wholeheartedly recommend it. The CD is good but cannot replicate the magical experience of being in the electric presence of this exciting, gifted young man. Here is a taster:
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Word pictures
I (or, rather, someone who shall remain nameless) dropped my camera on the beach last summer and sand has been steadily destroying its innards ever since and I haven't been able to take photographs for several months. I have missed it especially for taking pictures of the grandchildren. I have made a number of unrecorded visits to them.
The garden is coming into life; country and coastal walks have been taken; I have produced lots of knitting and sewing projects; baking has been produced and devoured and none of it stored digitally in my computer! Does it matter? I don't suppose it does, really, but I realise how my blog has developed over the years into a pictorial one. My early posts were far more wordy.
I have used my cameraless time to good effect - my creative output has increased especially on the sewing front. I made aprons for the children at Christmas and they proved so popular among the parents of their friends that I was persuaded to produce lots more. I have been working my way steadily through my enormous stash of fabrics - sorry I can't show you! Actually, my daughter sent me pictures of Ben and Millie wearing their aprons for some art activities so, thanks to email technology I can post these:
I'm hoping to replace my camera at the end of March but until then I will have to rely on the written word and my memory.
The garden is coming into life; country and coastal walks have been taken; I have produced lots of knitting and sewing projects; baking has been produced and devoured and none of it stored digitally in my computer! Does it matter? I don't suppose it does, really, but I realise how my blog has developed over the years into a pictorial one. My early posts were far more wordy.
I have used my cameraless time to good effect - my creative output has increased especially on the sewing front. I made aprons for the children at Christmas and they proved so popular among the parents of their friends that I was persuaded to produce lots more. I have been working my way steadily through my enormous stash of fabrics - sorry I can't show you! Actually, my daughter sent me pictures of Ben and Millie wearing their aprons for some art activities so, thanks to email technology I can post these:
I'm hoping to replace my camera at the end of March but until then I will have to rely on the written word and my memory.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
St Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day used to be fun. When I was in primary school, we made little cards with silly riddles and rhymes on them and secretly left them in the desks of our friends. We would giggle as we waited to see which boy the recipient would turn to, hoping he was the anonymous sender; then we would tease her at playtime, chanting 'We know who's your sweetheart.' All quite innocent fun which turned to more serious stuff as we reached our teens. In my all-girls school, February 14th was a day to be dreaded: would we have one or more valentines to flourish triumphantly or would we have to slink away shame-faced? Oh, the agony of being fourteen. As I remember it, we didn't care about the boys who might have sent the cards but about our social status in the form room.
Romance came much later and Valentine's Day took on a serious note in the days of dating and waiting: waiting for the telephone to ring and the postman to arrive. The agonies of youth! I hope that modern youngsters still experience some of this, even in these days of social networking and instant messaging. Waiting, even if it is sometimes painful, is an important feature of life. How can we learn appreciation if we haven't experienced both anticipation and disappointment?
I have been reading about an unlikely couple who found romantic love late in life. The great preacher, Henry Grattan Guinness (1835 - 1910) was a lonely widower when he met and fell instantly in love with Grace Hurditch in 1903. Henry had prayed for five years that he would meet someone who would fill his heart with love and this is the poem he wrote in thanksgiving when Grace marryied him:
Romance came much later and Valentine's Day took on a serious note in the days of dating and waiting: waiting for the telephone to ring and the postman to arrive. The agonies of youth! I hope that modern youngsters still experience some of this, even in these days of social networking and instant messaging. Waiting, even if it is sometimes painful, is an important feature of life. How can we learn appreciation if we haven't experienced both anticipation and disappointment?
I have been reading about an unlikely couple who found romantic love late in life. The great preacher, Henry Grattan Guinness (1835 - 1910) was a lonely widower when he met and fell instantly in love with Grace Hurditch in 1903. Henry had prayed for five years that he would meet someone who would fill his heart with love and this is the poem he wrote in thanksgiving when Grace marryied him:
She has come to my arms, she has come to my heart.
And the dream of my soul is fulfilled
And the love that unites us shall never depart,
Nor the love that our union has willed.
O thanks to the Giver, O thanks for the gift,
From the gift to the Giver we turn;
From the bliss he bestows to himself we uplift
The hearts which with gratitude burn.
There is heaven below, there is heaven above,
And they answer like ocean and sky;
For heaven is found in the bosom of love,
In spirit to spirit made nigh.
From the gift to the Giver we turn;
From the bliss he bestows to himself we uplift
The hearts which with gratitude burn.
There is heaven below, there is heaven above,
And they answer like ocean and sky;
For heaven is found in the bosom of love,
In spirit to spirit made nigh.
Happy Valentine's Day to all. If you didn't receive such a beautiful, personal verse today then I hope you have the memory of one to make the day special.
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
Apple cake
This is a cake that doubles as a pudding. I like to serve it fresh from the oven with cream or custard; the rest of the cake makes a tasty lunch, served with a mature cheddar cheese. Of course, it can also be eaten simply as a cake with a nice cup of tea!
What you need:
3oz/75g butter
6oz/175g caster sugar
Grated rind of 1 orange
8oz/225g self-raising flour
1lb/450g Bramley apples, peeled, cored and cut into cubes
2 eggs, beaten
2 tablespoons milk
1oz/25g candied peel, chopped
1 tablespoon granulated sugar
What you need:
3oz/75g butter
6oz/175g caster sugar
Grated rind of 1 orange
8oz/225g self-raising flour
1lb/450g Bramley apples, peeled, cored and cut into cubes
2 eggs, beaten
2 tablespoons milk
1oz/25g candied peel, chopped
1 tablespoon granulated sugar
- Preheat oven to 350F, 180C or Gas 4.
- Grease and flour a 9 inch/23 cm spring form cake tin
- Mix one tablespoon of the flour with the apples in a dish
- Cream butter, sugar and orange rind until light and fluffy
- Stir beaten eggs and milk into creamed butter mixture
- Add remaining flour and apples to mixture, blending well with a metal spoon
- Turn mixture into prepared tin and sprinkle with granulated sugar
- Bake for 40 to 50 minutes, until golden brown
- Enjoy!
Thursday, February 02, 2012
A winner
With only two entries in the book draw, I thought the best way to decide on the winner would be to toss a coin. Cath and Cathy - nothing between them but a y and a few thousand miles. Cath gets the head:
and Cathy the tail:
Excuse me for a moment while I flip the coin ...............................
It's heads and the winner is ........ CATH
Please send me your postal details to the email at the top of the blog, Cath. I hope you enjoy the book.
and Cathy the tail:
Excuse me for a moment while I flip the coin ...............................
It's heads and the winner is ........ CATH
Please send me your postal details to the email at the top of the blog, Cath. I hope you enjoy the book.
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