A welcome visit from Shelly and Ron, to collect the platinum anniversary photographs, broke the monotony of a morning spent on too-long-deferred paperwork. We enjoyed the usual ensuing conversation, naturally involving a certain amount of reminiscing.
Afterwards, beset by the raging gale-force winds, I visited the postbox.
Despite Jackie’s distressed efforts to bring the hanging baskets and raised pots to protective ground level
some were repeatedly blown over and their contents broken.
We haven’t dared approach the rose garden.
In 1975 I bought a first edition of Rumer Godden’s ‘The Peacock Spring’. In 1996 the novel was filmed for television. Directed by Christopher Morahan and starring Peter Egan, Nareen Andrews, Hattie Morahan, Ravi Kapoor, with Madhur Jaffrey, this production was well received. It still took me until this year to read the book. I finished it today.
Set in 1959, a slow fuse burns with ever-increasing tension, until the explosive finale of the tale of a tragic relationship. The author’s trademark poetic description and insightful characterisation enables her to build an enthralling story of a flawed family and the conflict of cultural mores. I will not give away details, but can say that the picture to the left here shows the father with his two English daughters who have been brought to India to provide a veneer of respect to his relationship with the woman portrayed.
MacMillan’s publications comes in a striking book jacket designed by David Baxter.
It is not unusual for me to take forty years to read a book in my possession. As with this one, I sometimes wonder why it took me so long.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s sublime cottage pie, crisp orange carrots and green cabbage. I drank more of the Cuvée St Jainé and Jackie enjoyed Blanche de Namur, a different Belgian wheat beer. The filmy quality of the above photograph comes from the wisps of steam rising from the dish, possibly encouraged by the layer of smoked cheddar cheese over the mashed potato topping.
Those strong gusts of wind will do that every time
Thank you, Michael
Hope there wasn’t too much wind damage. I, too, have my very own copy of “The Peacock Spring.” Rumer Godden was such a terrific writer. Finally, to borrow from my Yankee husband, that cottage pie looks pretty darned good. (His highest praise for food.)
Thank you, Laurie.
Those gale force winds must be spinning around the globe – they were here last night too! I am impressed with the amount of time you can leave a book unread Derrick – I have one that glares out at me from my diminished shelves which has only been there for five years. I wonder what it will do at forty?
Thank you, Pauline. I’ll never read them all
Storms and Gales!! The last three days here in Ballarat have been cold and windy then hot followed by driving rain and gusts up to 50 km/hr now cold again with no wind at all. PS. Where is ‘here’?
Hello! ‘Here’ is the almost far South of New Zealand. This morning my walk informed me that though it remains gusty and stormy looking the temp must be somewhere near 20C! I can’t keep up with the changes any more and it sounds like it’s all coming from your ‘here’! 🙂
Yes, it looks like the whole world is going crazy. I’ve just wandered through your blog, And I think I might just have to stay a while if that’s OK.
Welcome – please – thank you 🙂 I must write a post 🙂
That’s good. I look forward to your next one
These introductions are one of the best things about blogging
I agree – thank you for the opportunity Derrick 🙂
All that steam from the meal. You need a bit more wind to blow it away. Open the window!
Guffaws. Thanks, Bruce
I make it a rule that if I haven’t read a book for twenty five years I give serious thought to giving it to a charity shop.
Thanks for that, Quercus 🙂
What a pity for the garden, after so much care and work. Hope not too much damage? I have a lot of books piling up beside the bed, hope they are not still here in forty years or they will outlast me! As it is, I wish to find the time to re read many classics still in my cupboard, I read them so early in my childhood I feel the need to revisit and recall them. But the days are always filled.
Thank you Gwen. To re-read or read for the first time? That is the question.
There’s an eclectic mix in the cupboard for sure e.g. Ben-Hur, Tom Brown’s School days, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Gulliver’s Travels, Black Beauty, Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, Biggles, plus all the other usual suspects. Someone’s swiped my copy of White Fang – which came up in conversation the other day – plus Anne of Green Gables, and all but one of my Louisa May Alcott’s. Then there are all the books I didn’t hang on to – Moby Dick, Pilgrim’s Progress, Silas Marner, Catcher in the Rye, etc, etc. As a new author, I am starting to get that question “which book influenced you the most?” – and the real answer is . . I can’t remember one blessed phrase from any of them! Except the Jaberwocky poem in Alice maybe. And if that influenced me greatly, then I shouldn’t be admitting it out loud 🙂 . . . Oh, by the way, I have a gorgeous book called “Murgatroyd Started It” by BARONESS Elizabeth Beck, all about her pet sloth. That did leave me with a fascination for those furry critters. – I could go on, but I think you get my problem?
Sometimes I can’t remember whether I have read a book. Leaving bookmarks in helps. 🙂
Ah, now I see where you are going with that earlier comment 🙂
I’m glad I’m not the only one with unread books on my shelves. 🙂
Thank you Mary. I stopped buying a few years ago, but I will never catch up
I still buy the occasional book, especially non-fiction. Sigh
Strong winds to clear the air… And the bookshelf it seems! 🙂 Do hope the rose garden remains intact! Cottage pie is my all time favorite and Jackie’s looks absolutely delicious! It’s now 1h20 here and I now feel like supper!… Thanks! 🙂 ha ha! I’m off to the kitchen….
Thanks,. Rob. 🙂
It’s thilling you have finally read it. And one of my favorites, so must find the film version next. Sorry about the stormy damage.
Thank you, Cynthia. Still windy this morning, but expected to let up today.
Years ago, the friend who introduced me to Godden also introduced me to Elizabeth Goudge, a novel called Herb of Grace. Perhaps you would like that one as well…so sorry about the tipped pots. Hope the plants did alright.
Thank you, Lisa. When we were young, Elizabeth Goudge was Jackie’s favourite author. In our years apart I bought some. Maybe now I’ll read them.
I like what the back cover says and so I want to read this book as well. I’m putting a little bit of pressure on myself to read the books you write about here. Silly, I know, but I sometimes do silly things like that.
Thank you Weekly. That is one way of choosing from the millions of books out there. I hope they don’t disappoint.
Aeolus must have been in a temper! Thank the gods that Bacchus was not dispirited to grace your dinner table.
Thank you Oscar. Classic comment
It sounds like an interesting beak my usual reading. Thanks, Derrick.
It must be a fascinating story…
A simple, common enough, but well told one. Thanks, Amy
Thank you for directing me to this post, Derrick. Looks like I will have to keep my eyes peeled for it in some used book store!
Much appreciated, Dale
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