There are some times when you look out of the window and just have to dash out with the camera.
Today was one of those days.
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| Sunset - Just beautiful! |
Sunday, 8 December 2013
Saturday, 7 December 2013
Writing Course Deal
Yesterday, I was sent a link to a discount website I hadn't heard of before called KGB deals. On it was another online writing course specifically aimed at people wanting to self publish an e-book.
http://www.kgbdeals.co.uk/sheffield/deals/233077/14-module-writers-course---writing-success-for-you---sheffield
As someone who feels any information is good information and knowing how much I got from the previous 2 online courses I did, I have treated myself to an early Christmas present.
This course does not require you to pass a test before accessing further modules, and so far it is all written rather than audio do I can work on it without annoying others in the room.
Another key element of getting the book published is getting a good front cover. I think I have finally found a good illustrator that has previously designed book covers and worked with a publisher. I am hoping to meet with them before Christmas to work through my design so fingers crossed, that's another element sorted.
I've now passed 30,000 words and the storyline is developing well, so my March publishing target is still looking good.
http://www.kgbdeals.co.uk/sheffield/deals/233077/14-module-writers-course---writing-success-for-you---sheffield
As someone who feels any information is good information and knowing how much I got from the previous 2 online courses I did, I have treated myself to an early Christmas present.
This course does not require you to pass a test before accessing further modules, and so far it is all written rather than audio do I can work on it without annoying others in the room.
Another key element of getting the book published is getting a good front cover. I think I have finally found a good illustrator that has previously designed book covers and worked with a publisher. I am hoping to meet with them before Christmas to work through my design so fingers crossed, that's another element sorted.
I've now passed 30,000 words and the storyline is developing well, so my March publishing target is still looking good.
Friday, 29 November 2013
Pain Hurts...
Pain is an odd thing, it's very personal to each individual and you cannot know how someone else's pain really feels due to different tolerances.
I live with a level of pain most of the time, some times it's very mild and local to small areas of my body other days it's intolerable and I just want to roll up in a ball and cry... not that I've ever found that helps relieve the pain.
This week has been a painful week, I've had to resort to painkillers on a regular basis, something I try not to do very often as long term use of any medication concerns me.
I have cervical spondylosis, a form of osteoarthritis in my neck. It was diagnosed several years ago following an MRI scan (not something I would wish to go through again and one plus to having my pacemaker fitted is that I can't have anymore MRI scans, I can only have CT scans which are so much easier to endure). Along with a number of other areas affected by arthritis (hands, feet, hips) my neck is my main problem as when it flares up it's very difficult to cope with the pain.
It doesn't take much to cause a flare up... sitting too long at a dining table on chairs which don't support my shoulders, standing too long taking photos (not that it stops me), sitting too long at my desk without taking breaks (not really conducive to writing a book, but I will bear my pain for my creativity) - nothing major, just simple everyday tasks that I have to manage right in order to reduce the impact on my neck.
Without being aware of what I did wrong last weekend I caused a serious flare up and have struggled with intense pain in my neck and head since. Pain which made me feel as if my skull would explode, the type of pain that had me laid on the floor as it was too painful to hold my head upright.
Finally today, after 5 days of pain, around 3pm, the pain lifted. When it goes it is as quick as that. I don't know what I do that makes the pain go away, it's just one minute it's there and the next my neck is pain free.
I'm looking forward to a relaxing and pain free weekend of doing nothing, just enjoying the peace in my head.
I live with a level of pain most of the time, some times it's very mild and local to small areas of my body other days it's intolerable and I just want to roll up in a ball and cry... not that I've ever found that helps relieve the pain.
This week has been a painful week, I've had to resort to painkillers on a regular basis, something I try not to do very often as long term use of any medication concerns me.
I have cervical spondylosis, a form of osteoarthritis in my neck. It was diagnosed several years ago following an MRI scan (not something I would wish to go through again and one plus to having my pacemaker fitted is that I can't have anymore MRI scans, I can only have CT scans which are so much easier to endure). Along with a number of other areas affected by arthritis (hands, feet, hips) my neck is my main problem as when it flares up it's very difficult to cope with the pain.
It doesn't take much to cause a flare up... sitting too long at a dining table on chairs which don't support my shoulders, standing too long taking photos (not that it stops me), sitting too long at my desk without taking breaks (not really conducive to writing a book, but I will bear my pain for my creativity) - nothing major, just simple everyday tasks that I have to manage right in order to reduce the impact on my neck.
Without being aware of what I did wrong last weekend I caused a serious flare up and have struggled with intense pain in my neck and head since. Pain which made me feel as if my skull would explode, the type of pain that had me laid on the floor as it was too painful to hold my head upright.
Finally today, after 5 days of pain, around 3pm, the pain lifted. When it goes it is as quick as that. I don't know what I do that makes the pain go away, it's just one minute it's there and the next my neck is pain free.
I'm looking forward to a relaxing and pain free weekend of doing nothing, just enjoying the peace in my head.
Sunday, 24 November 2013
How soon is too soon...?
Let me make it clear from the start, I love Christmas. I love the bustle in the shops when I have the odd present to get. I love the lights and the music played all over the place. I love dark nights walking the dogs along the streets with the twinkling lights around people's homes.
I accept it when our local pub had a Christmas scene in at the beginning of October in order to publicise their Christmas meals.
I accept it when the shops have their decorations up immediately after bonfire night (or in some cases before) as they have to make the best of the few weeks run up to Dec 25th.
But I'm sorry, it's just too early to be putting Christmas Trees up in homes before November has finished.
While out walking the dogs last night I passed 2 houses who have both got their trees fully decorated in their lounges. It was difficult not to notice the twinkling lights through the front windows in the night darkness.
Sorry people, it's just too soon.
I accept it when our local pub had a Christmas scene in at the beginning of October in order to publicise their Christmas meals.
I accept it when the shops have their decorations up immediately after bonfire night (or in some cases before) as they have to make the best of the few weeks run up to Dec 25th.
But I'm sorry, it's just too early to be putting Christmas Trees up in homes before November has finished.
While out walking the dogs last night I passed 2 houses who have both got their trees fully decorated in their lounges. It was difficult not to notice the twinkling lights through the front windows in the night darkness.
Sorry people, it's just too soon.
Sunday, 17 November 2013
Bondhay Golf Club - Champion of Champions 2013
Several weeks ago my husband (the one crouched down at the front) told me he had volunteered my services as photographer at a competition to be played at his golf club. It is the first time they have held a Champion of Champions competition where each of the winners of qualifying competitions play against each other. They want to make it an annual end of year event that people want to qualify for and have an enjoyable and competitive day followed by a meal and presentation of the Champion of Champions trophy.
His idea was that I would take a photo of each player on the tee receiving the trophy they had won throughout the year and have them printed, framed and back at the golf club on the dining table for when they had finished their round of golf. In other words I had about 4 hours to get it all done.
We had ordered the photo frames a few weeks ago, black strut mounts with silver lettering and with the photos in they looked really nice. I was quite surprised by just how much green there was in each photo as you can see from the group photo above, so I was really nervous that I was going to run out of either blue or yellow ink and have to take precious minutes out of my allotted time to go and buy more. Luckily I managed all the photos without running out, although I did get the 'get ready to replace cartridge' warning on the yellow.
The day was a great success and even the weather played its part staying dry and sunny.
I wonder if I'll get booked for next year's event?
Sunday, 10 November 2013
Exciting Events Planned.
As winter approaches I love to plan trips and visits for the spring, to do things I want to do but haven't got around to doing this year. One of my loves for many years is anything Crocodilian.
http://www.crocodilesoftheworld.co.uk/croc-man/dream.html
Now, I understand the various arguments for keeping animals in zoos, but I do support the need for captive programs for conservation and better understanding of animals to ensure their longevity. These beasts have been around since year dot and the more we understand about them the more likely they will survive in the future. For me, I just love to stand and gaze and take in the incredible strength and, for me, beauty of the beast.
I used to sponsor a Croc at Chester Zoo until they closed their Croc enclosure and so I may find another adoption happening when I visit next year.
Roll on April...
I've visited the Alligators in Florida And almost stepped on an American
Crocodile that was laying like this but
hidden around the back of a wall.
I watch any documentary on TV about them and was a huge admirer of Steve Irwin.
A couple of years ago I saw a documentary on an English guy that had his own collection of crocs in enclosures in the back garden of his semi-detached house. The program showed how he followed his dream of opening the first croc Zoo in the UK and the ups and downs he encountered.
When it first opened it was only open to groups, schools and the like but I recently noticed it is now open to the general public and so I can finally go and visit.
http://www.crocodilesoftheworld.co.uk/croc-man/dream.html
Now, I understand the various arguments for keeping animals in zoos, but I do support the need for captive programs for conservation and better understanding of animals to ensure their longevity. These beasts have been around since year dot and the more we understand about them the more likely they will survive in the future. For me, I just love to stand and gaze and take in the incredible strength and, for me, beauty of the beast.
I used to sponsor a Croc at Chester Zoo until they closed their Croc enclosure and so I may find another adoption happening when I visit next year.
Roll on April...
Helpful Tips on Getting a Book Published
Writing can be a lonely task, generally a quiet, calm, relaxed atmosphere is required for thought and concentration and so by that very fact writers normally work alone.
Speaking with or listening to other writes describe their working techniques can help make you feel less isolated in your task. I find I work better when the rest of the household is asleep but this, by its very nature, means late night or early mornings. I have never needed a lot of sleep an so working late into the night is not a problem for me, but I found it refreshing when watching the 'Getting Published' workshop (see previous post) yesterday, to find I am not alone in this. Several of the people at the workshop get up early to have a couple of hours before the day starts for everyone else, or work long after everyone else is tucked up in bed.
What has this to do with getting a book published? Well, the first step is to get your book finished. It is one of the biggest reasons books don't make it. It's very easy to start a book, it's quite easy to get many chapters complete but it seems that the hardest part is actually finishing it and to do that you have to find manner of working that allows you focus.
The workshop covered a wealth of information, the guest speakers were very interesting to listen to and some of the websites they suggested have now been added to my favourites list.
Writer's dream that their book will be the next big thing, they dream of the manuscript landing on a publishers doorstep and the wheels being cranked up to get it into print. In truth, many publishers no longer accept manuscripts directly, preferring to have agents sift out the ones that won't make it first. Suddenly, getting an agent takes on a whole new perspective. If you are lucky enough to get a publisher interested directly, the contract then becomes the next big thing. While publishers will have their standard contract, this will be more in their favour than the writer's and the agent plays a massive part in negotiating the finer details to get. Listening to the agents at the workshop speak about what they do for a client I have to say my views on them was vastly improved.
One of the biggest pointers to getting published that came from all speakers yesterday was to read and re-read the submission criteria and make sure your submission complies with all their requirements or it will be unlikely to be looked at. If they ask for the first 5 pages, don't send the whole book. If they ask for your submission by email don't post a paper copy to them. Apparently, it is very common for people to completely ignore the submission requirements and this does not endear them to the agents or the publishers.
It also came over loud and clear what a protracted process getting an agent, getting a publisher and getting a book to market can be. It can normally take upto 2 years to get your book out there. Hazel Gaynor, the author of 'The Girl Who Came Home'. She had an agent and she had her book based on the Titanic, but she also knew she had a massive opportunity to make the book relevant with all the publicity surrounding the centenary of the sinking of the Titanic in 2012, but the timescale for getting her book published through traditional routes would mean she would likely miss centenary year so she chose to self-publish with Amazon, the route I plan to use.
It was very interesting to hear how much the marketing of a book matters, and how after months of working alone creating your book you then have to become incredibly sociable to promote your book.
So, a very useful workshop, and a promise of a further one in the new year on self-publishing. Depending on timing that workshop could be very useful or too late, only time will tell.
Now, to continue with my first point... time to write some more on my book and work towards getting the first draft finished and being at the point of typing the last 6 letters...T H E E N D
Speaking with or listening to other writes describe their working techniques can help make you feel less isolated in your task. I find I work better when the rest of the household is asleep but this, by its very nature, means late night or early mornings. I have never needed a lot of sleep an so working late into the night is not a problem for me, but I found it refreshing when watching the 'Getting Published' workshop (see previous post) yesterday, to find I am not alone in this. Several of the people at the workshop get up early to have a couple of hours before the day starts for everyone else, or work long after everyone else is tucked up in bed.
What has this to do with getting a book published? Well, the first step is to get your book finished. It is one of the biggest reasons books don't make it. It's very easy to start a book, it's quite easy to get many chapters complete but it seems that the hardest part is actually finishing it and to do that you have to find manner of working that allows you focus.
The workshop covered a wealth of information, the guest speakers were very interesting to listen to and some of the websites they suggested have now been added to my favourites list.
Writer's dream that their book will be the next big thing, they dream of the manuscript landing on a publishers doorstep and the wheels being cranked up to get it into print. In truth, many publishers no longer accept manuscripts directly, preferring to have agents sift out the ones that won't make it first. Suddenly, getting an agent takes on a whole new perspective. If you are lucky enough to get a publisher interested directly, the contract then becomes the next big thing. While publishers will have their standard contract, this will be more in their favour than the writer's and the agent plays a massive part in negotiating the finer details to get. Listening to the agents at the workshop speak about what they do for a client I have to say my views on them was vastly improved.
One of the biggest pointers to getting published that came from all speakers yesterday was to read and re-read the submission criteria and make sure your submission complies with all their requirements or it will be unlikely to be looked at. If they ask for the first 5 pages, don't send the whole book. If they ask for your submission by email don't post a paper copy to them. Apparently, it is very common for people to completely ignore the submission requirements and this does not endear them to the agents or the publishers.
It also came over loud and clear what a protracted process getting an agent, getting a publisher and getting a book to market can be. It can normally take upto 2 years to get your book out there. Hazel Gaynor, the author of 'The Girl Who Came Home'. She had an agent and she had her book based on the Titanic, but she also knew she had a massive opportunity to make the book relevant with all the publicity surrounding the centenary of the sinking of the Titanic in 2012, but the timescale for getting her book published through traditional routes would mean she would likely miss centenary year so she chose to self-publish with Amazon, the route I plan to use.
It was very interesting to hear how much the marketing of a book matters, and how after months of working alone creating your book you then have to become incredibly sociable to promote your book.
So, a very useful workshop, and a promise of a further one in the new year on self-publishing. Depending on timing that workshop could be very useful or too late, only time will tell.
Now, to continue with my first point... time to write some more on my book and work towards getting the first draft finished and being at the point of typing the last 6 letters...T H E E N D
Wednesday, 6 November 2013
Getting Published Workshop
I am always looking around on the internet for websites that are helpful to a first time writer, like me.
Sometime in September I came across a this website
http://www.writerswebtv.com/
I came across it just as they were about to show the workshop for Writing for Children, which was great timing. Although I couldn't watch all of it as I had already made plans to meet a friend for coffee, I did see quite a lot of it and parts of it were very informative. If you watch it live it's free or you can pay to download it and watch at your leisure.
As my book is progressing nicely, 15 chapters now in first draft, I have been doing quite a lot of research on publishing options. Imagine my delight when this link dropped into my email inbox today announcing the workshop for Getting Published being screened this Saturday. As it happens, I have no plans so I will be able to make full use of this free screening.
They are also offering a free critique of a submission letter which, as I am on the process of preparing one, is perfectly timed.
So, my Saturday is planned, I just need to make sure the coffee is brewing and the sandwiches made.
I'm really looking forward to it, notepad and pen ready.
Sometime in September I came across a this website
http://www.writerswebtv.com/
I came across it just as they were about to show the workshop for Writing for Children, which was great timing. Although I couldn't watch all of it as I had already made plans to meet a friend for coffee, I did see quite a lot of it and parts of it were very informative. If you watch it live it's free or you can pay to download it and watch at your leisure.
As my book is progressing nicely, 15 chapters now in first draft, I have been doing quite a lot of research on publishing options. Imagine my delight when this link dropped into my email inbox today announcing the workshop for Getting Published being screened this Saturday. As it happens, I have no plans so I will be able to make full use of this free screening.
They are also offering a free critique of a submission letter which, as I am on the process of preparing one, is perfectly timed.
So, my Saturday is planned, I just need to make sure the coffee is brewing and the sandwiches made.
I'm really looking forward to it, notepad and pen ready.
Tuesday, 5 November 2013
Who corrupted my Blog?
I rarely make changes to the layout of my blog because I don't want to lose what I have
I normally leave the layout of my blog well alone, I don't know too much about all the settings and I'm always concerned I may change something by accident and not know how to change it back is I try and get too clever.
A while ago I noticed some of the formatting had changed and it wasn't anything I had purposely done. I managed to get my blog looking like it should and hoped that was it.
Then Google+ started to change the way notifications went out but I thought I'd worked my way around that.
Yesterday I was made aware that the comments box wasn't working correctly. I know the verification captcha puts people off commenting as it can be too tricky to read but I really can't be doing with the rubbish that gets posted if I turn it off. However, even on posts that had a comments the little button at that bottom was reading No Comments but if you clicked on it the comments appeared.
So, I have spent tonight Googling for an answer and finally came across this post that suggested my blog may have become corrupt.
http://help.disqus.com/customer/portal/articles/471999-blogger-troubleshooting
I tried resetting the offending widget as suggested but this didn't have any affect so I reset all my widgets to default and bingo, my comments count now works correctly again.
So, it all looks as it should again - until someone tells me differently.
Thank you Sue for letting me know I had a problem.
I normally leave the layout of my blog well alone, I don't know too much about all the settings and I'm always concerned I may change something by accident and not know how to change it back is I try and get too clever.
A while ago I noticed some of the formatting had changed and it wasn't anything I had purposely done. I managed to get my blog looking like it should and hoped that was it.
Then Google+ started to change the way notifications went out but I thought I'd worked my way around that.
Yesterday I was made aware that the comments box wasn't working correctly. I know the verification captcha puts people off commenting as it can be too tricky to read but I really can't be doing with the rubbish that gets posted if I turn it off. However, even on posts that had a comments the little button at that bottom was reading No Comments but if you clicked on it the comments appeared.
So, I have spent tonight Googling for an answer and finally came across this post that suggested my blog may have become corrupt.
http://help.disqus.com/customer/portal/articles/471999-blogger-troubleshooting
I tried resetting the offending widget as suggested but this didn't have any affect so I reset all my widgets to default and bingo, my comments count now works correctly again.
So, it all looks as it should again - until someone tells me differently.
Thank you Sue for letting me know I had a problem.
Monday, 4 November 2013
Writing a Story Book for Children... 15 Chapters done...
Having a break from routine is good but sometimes it can be difficult to get back into the flow. Since coming back from Malta I have struggled to get back into the flow of working on my book but today I made good progress.
I had completed the first section of my children's novel, 12 chapters and over 22,000 words before going on holiday and I took a print out of it with me to give it a first full read through. The book has fallen into the distinct sections without really planning it that way. I had to tackle the challenge of having 2 characters that went in separate story lines for a while. I had to consider whether to alternate chapters to follow the 2 stories or whether to write one story to a point and then rewind in time and write the other story to the same point. Neither really worked for my novel so I chose a 3rd option.
I followed one character's story to a point, then let the 2 characters meet up again. The 2nd character's story of what had happened while they had been apart was told as a conversation between the 2.
I am now at the point where the 2 characters are ready to move forward for the final section of the story.
My story timeline is still working well and I have not had to alter it since I began writing, it is definitely worth spending the time in getting that right from the beginning and to keep referring back to it on a regular basis, but I have found that I have a few more chapters than first expected.
I've just completed Chapter 15 and I'm all set for the main character's journey home with a few adventures and surprises on the way. I know I still have a long way to go but it's well on the way to getting completed.
I had completed the first section of my children's novel, 12 chapters and over 22,000 words before going on holiday and I took a print out of it with me to give it a first full read through. The book has fallen into the distinct sections without really planning it that way. I had to tackle the challenge of having 2 characters that went in separate story lines for a while. I had to consider whether to alternate chapters to follow the 2 stories or whether to write one story to a point and then rewind in time and write the other story to the same point. Neither really worked for my novel so I chose a 3rd option.
I followed one character's story to a point, then let the 2 characters meet up again. The 2nd character's story of what had happened while they had been apart was told as a conversation between the 2.
I am now at the point where the 2 characters are ready to move forward for the final section of the story.
My story timeline is still working well and I have not had to alter it since I began writing, it is definitely worth spending the time in getting that right from the beginning and to keep referring back to it on a regular basis, but I have found that I have a few more chapters than first expected.
I've just completed Chapter 15 and I'm all set for the main character's journey home with a few adventures and surprises on the way. I know I still have a long way to go but it's well on the way to getting completed.
Sunday, 27 October 2013
Malta, Final Days
After a few days travelling here and there we had a quiet day on Friday, staying in our little village of Xemxija, (pronounced Shemm-Shee-ya), the smallest resort on Malta. It gave me a chance to read through the chapters of my book, which I had printed and taken with me. I settled myself in the warmth of the sun and set about to work my way through the pages, keeping a good grip on them as there was a nice, breeze coming in from the sea.
Saturday dawned, our final day, and we had asked at the start of the week if we could keep our room as we were not due to leave until midnight. As we'd not heard anything, we went up to reception after breakfast, just to make sure only to be told that the hotel was full and we needed to check out by 11am, an hour later.
A little frustrated that they hadn't said anything earlier in the week, as we would have book a boat trip for the day or something similar, we went up to pack. One of the couples we had become friends with kindly said we could leave our cases in their room for the day and, as they were going out in the evening, we could use their room to shower and change ready for our journey home.
So, cases sorted for the day we just needed something to do. Normally, we went down the hill when we went for a walk but I had noticed a sign for Mistra Bay when we had been driving up the hill, and it was only 1km away, so it seemed and ideal please to walk to. Up and over the hill took approximately 1km where we were greeted by a roadsign off to the left saying Mistra Bay 1km, so that would be 2km to in total, and the same to walk back.
The lane off to the left took us down hill and under the road, among farm fields and allotments. Huge, large bamboo plants grew in great clumps and I would not have been surprised if the stems had parted and a panda had wandered out.
Finally, we rounded a corner and the bay stretched out ahead of us.
By the time we had finished our walk we were ready for a cool drink and the only place we could see was a restaurant called Margo's, a pizza restaurant.
Saturday dawned, our final day, and we had asked at the start of the week if we could keep our room as we were not due to leave until midnight. As we'd not heard anything, we went up to reception after breakfast, just to make sure only to be told that the hotel was full and we needed to check out by 11am, an hour later.
A little frustrated that they hadn't said anything earlier in the week, as we would have book a boat trip for the day or something similar, we went up to pack. One of the couples we had become friends with kindly said we could leave our cases in their room for the day and, as they were going out in the evening, we could use their room to shower and change ready for our journey home.
So, cases sorted for the day we just needed something to do. Normally, we went down the hill when we went for a walk but I had noticed a sign for Mistra Bay when we had been driving up the hill, and it was only 1km away, so it seemed and ideal please to walk to. Up and over the hill took approximately 1km where we were greeted by a roadsign off to the left saying Mistra Bay 1km, so that would be 2km to in total, and the same to walk back.
The lane off to the left took us down hill and under the road, among farm fields and allotments. Huge, large bamboo plants grew in great clumps and I would not have been surprised if the stems had parted and a panda had wandered out.
Finally, we rounded a corner and the bay stretched out ahead of us.
By the time we had finished our walk we were ready for a cool drink and the only place we could see was a restaurant called Margo's, a pizza restaurant.
We enjoyed a long, cool drink there and sat outside enjoying the sun when the restaurant's cat came to check us out. He was in extremely good condition and sat quite nicely posing for a photo.
While we were there we had a look at the menu and decided to share a pizza.
And just for good measure we finished off with a fabulously light chocolate mousse and a coffee. It was a little gem and a shame we only discovered it on our last day.
We took a leisurely walk back to the hotel and enjoyed the rest of the day before our very uneventful journey home. The routine at the airport was the same on the homeward journey in that as soon as I showed my medical card they took me to one side and patted me down before taking me around the x-ray machines to pick up me belongings from the conveyor. Being 1am, we were the last flight out at 3am and so the airport lounges were empty apart from our fellow passengers.
So, the verdic on Malta.
We enjoyed the break and we enjoyed the warm sun. The Island is nice to travel around but small, and we would have struggled to spend 2 weeks there as neither of us are the type to sit about and sun bathe. Anyone into watersports would be well catered for but 1 week was ample for us. I'm glad I've been but it's unlikely we will go again, there are too many other places to visit.
Wednesday, 23 October 2013
Malta Day 5
Today was the last full day we had the car, so we decided to head to the farthest part of the island and visit the reportedly pretty bay at Marsaxlokk on the south of Malta. Looking at the map it should have been a fairly simple journey as we needed to pass the airport and all signs seem to point you in that direction. However, although we did find our way past the airport we were on completely the wrong side to where I expected to be, but no problem, we would just do our sight seeing in the reverse order to how we'd planned it.
First stop was Marsaxlokk, a pretty bay full of brightly coloured, traditional fishing boats, but a town whose name I never found out how to pronounce. All I know is that 'x' is pronounced 'sh' and it would probably be easier to pronounce after a few glasses of wine.
The water did look very inviting and it was probably the hottest day of the week and as we climb back up to the top of the cliff we passed several cacti, this was made me smile, especially the one with the smiley face. A version of graffiti.
It was a disappointment not to see the caves, but understandable why the
boats couldn't sail.
As we headed back to the hotel we took several smaller roads just to drive through the small villages dotted about the island and by the time we arrived back at the hotel we felt we had covered the majority of the island. In fact the only place we hadn't visited, and it was a deliberate decision not to go, was to the capital, Valletta. We decided that we didn't want to spend a day of our relaxing holiday wandering around the city. Some may think that an odd decision to take, but as both Neil and I were of the same opinion, it didn't cause any issue for us.
Tomorrow the car was due back so as we parked the car outside the hotel, we emptied it of our rubbish and locked it for the last time. It had done us proud for the last few days and we'd used less than half a tank of fuel.
We spent an enjoyable evening in the hotel bar and restaurant with 2 other couples we had become friends with, an English couple who live in the south of France and a couple from Torquay. This was the 3rd night that we had spent chatting over a few drinks and the 3rd night we were asked to leave at 11.30pm because the bar staff were due to go home. Hey Ho.
First stop was Marsaxlokk, a pretty bay full of brightly coloured, traditional fishing boats, but a town whose name I never found out how to pronounce. All I know is that 'x' is pronounced 'sh' and it would probably be easier to pronounce after a few glasses of wine.
We started off with a coffee sat in a waterfront cafe while we sat and watched the boats bobbing about and the various tourists wander back and forth.
There was the usually church
And market stalls all around the bay selling everything from lace and linens to pottery, glass and handbags.
After an enjoyable wander around we made our way back to the car to drive around the south coast, heading towards the Blue Grotto, where we were looking forward to taking a boat trip into the caves.
On arriving at the top of the cliffs we stopped to have a look around and came across this sign, notice the bottom comment:
"Today The Boats Not Working"
The wind was so strong that they couldn't sail the boats in and out of the caves without risk of hitting the rocks, so if you want to see what the various caves are like have a look here...
Although the waves look fairly calm in the photo above, the one below shows a slightly different perspective but it didn't stop the divers getting in the water.
As we continued to walk around the cove we spotted a guy on the far side who was cliff diving, which looked quite impressive. I've ringed him so you can see where he is.
The water did look very inviting and it was probably the hottest day of the week and as we climb back up to the top of the cliff we passed several cacti, this was made me smile, especially the one with the smiley face. A version of graffiti.
It was a disappointment not to see the caves, but understandable why the
boats couldn't sail.
As we headed back to the hotel we took several smaller roads just to drive through the small villages dotted about the island and by the time we arrived back at the hotel we felt we had covered the majority of the island. In fact the only place we hadn't visited, and it was a deliberate decision not to go, was to the capital, Valletta. We decided that we didn't want to spend a day of our relaxing holiday wandering around the city. Some may think that an odd decision to take, but as both Neil and I were of the same opinion, it didn't cause any issue for us.
Tomorrow the car was due back so as we parked the car outside the hotel, we emptied it of our rubbish and locked it for the last time. It had done us proud for the last few days and we'd used less than half a tank of fuel.
We spent an enjoyable evening in the hotel bar and restaurant with 2 other couples we had become friends with, an English couple who live in the south of France and a couple from Torquay. This was the 3rd night that we had spent chatting over a few drinks and the 3rd night we were asked to leave at 11.30pm because the bar staff were due to go home. Hey Ho.
Tuesday, 22 October 2013
A new writing space...
During the summer I have a lovely writing space in the conservatory looking out into the garden where I can watch the birds, the occasional cat and my two dogs as well as admiring the plants as they change with the passage of time.
Now that autumn is upon us and the nights are both dark and cold I have moved into the main room where we have a very inviting bay window next to a lovely warm radiator.
The downside to this is the TV as I now share the room with my husband and I cannot expect him to sit in silence when I want to write, especially as sometimes I can be sat for several hours, so I needed to find a way of shutting out the sound of the TV.
When I used to study I always had music on in the background and so I went looking for a set of earphones to plug into the laptop, which I found in the box my mobile phone came in, and a CD that I could work to. After rejecting a lot of CDs I came across the sound track to 'Philadelphia', which was a distinct possibility.
Getting myself settled and plugged in, I set it on to continual play, set the volume so that I could no longer hear the football (although I did hear the celebrations when a goal was scored) and I set to tackling another chapter.
A while later Chapter 13 was finished and I realised I had been able to concentrate completely, I have no idea how many times the CD played through but I do know on each occasion I had stopped only for one track, that of Maria Callas' aria. Wow, that's a powerful track.
So, I know I can work in my shared location and just need to find a few more CD's that work for me, but I am sure that through the cold winter months I will be able to sit and tap out the remaining chapters of my book with the only difficulty being the plot and the words and not the working environment.
And at least this way I will feel part of the family while still retaining the process of allocating a time and place to work on my book. And I may even get the odd cuppa brought to me as it will no longer be a case of 'out of sight out of mind'.
Now that autumn is upon us and the nights are both dark and cold I have moved into the main room where we have a very inviting bay window next to a lovely warm radiator.
The downside to this is the TV as I now share the room with my husband and I cannot expect him to sit in silence when I want to write, especially as sometimes I can be sat for several hours, so I needed to find a way of shutting out the sound of the TV.
When I used to study I always had music on in the background and so I went looking for a set of earphones to plug into the laptop, which I found in the box my mobile phone came in, and a CD that I could work to. After rejecting a lot of CDs I came across the sound track to 'Philadelphia', which was a distinct possibility.
Getting myself settled and plugged in, I set it on to continual play, set the volume so that I could no longer hear the football (although I did hear the celebrations when a goal was scored) and I set to tackling another chapter.
A while later Chapter 13 was finished and I realised I had been able to concentrate completely, I have no idea how many times the CD played through but I do know on each occasion I had stopped only for one track, that of Maria Callas' aria. Wow, that's a powerful track.
So, I know I can work in my shared location and just need to find a few more CD's that work for me, but I am sure that through the cold winter months I will be able to sit and tap out the remaining chapters of my book with the only difficulty being the plot and the words and not the working environment.
And at least this way I will feel part of the family while still retaining the process of allocating a time and place to work on my book. And I may even get the odd cuppa brought to me as it will no longer be a case of 'out of sight out of mind'.
Sunday, 20 October 2013
Malta Day 4
We awoke to bright sunshine and decided to drive to Mdina, the walled city which used to be the capital of Malta. The main entrance is across a bridge of arches
But somehow we managed to arrive at the back entrance to the city.
Mdina is a labyrinth of narrow streets, all just wide enough to take a small car but as cars are banned from the city, save for a few belonging to the residents, the main way of getting about is on foot. There are horse and cart rides to be taken bu it's actually quite nice wandering around the quiet street.
There were statues all over the place...
Lovely houses hidden in little courtyards...
And fabulous views across Malta from a cafe overlooking the walls...
After wandering all around Mdina we decided to take a drive out to Dingley cliffs for a late lunch. High on the cliffs was a restaurant aptly named The Cliffs and just across the road you can see why.
On the way back we followed directions for the craft village, completely unaware what we would find. It turned out to be a site full of old nissan huts that had been converted to a variety of craft shops selling all sorts of pottery, glass, jewelry and clothing.
There are some purpose built buidlings...
And in one of them they were hand blowing glass.
Overall, we had a great day driving around the Island on day 3.
In the evening we got chatting to 2 other couples in the hotel bar and started to compare our rooms. We have aircon but no remote to change the temperature, it's either on or off but we do have a remote to the tv, although we only have 3 channels, one in English, one in German and one in Italian. Lorraine and Steve had no electric for 2 days and had been given emergency lights and when they did have electric they only had Turkish tv. Brian and Kim had leaky toilet and had towels wrapped around the base to prevent the bathroom flooding, they had German tv and no tv remote but do they do have a remote to the aircon. And we all have a switch that we don't know what it does but in different places.
Compared to no electric and leaky toilets, I thought we were doing fairly well.
Saturday, 19 October 2013
Malta - Day 3.
Today I woke at 5am so I must be catching up on my sleep. Through the gap at the top of the curtains I thought I saw a couple of flickers and, as I got up to investigate, I heard the distant rumble of thunder. Stepping out onto the balcony I could hear the patter of raindrops as they hit the surface of the swimming pool and a sudden flash of flight over the hill confirmed that the thunderstorms had arrived over the Island.
As I continued to watch the glow dispersed as the sun moved higher until the full effect of daylight showed a wet rainy day ahead.
Breakfast over, we decided we needed a plan for the day. We could go south towards Valletta, but that way looked dark and cloudy and looked as if he rain was there for the duration. Northward looked more promising as the clouds were broken and there were glimmers of brightness. "Let's head north," says I. "We may get the better weather that way. Let's risk it and head to Gozo."
The ferry port was only 9km away and it wasn't long before we were entering the channels funnelling the vehicles towards the already docked ferry. We followed the car infront, at each turn expecting to be stopped and asked to pay - but we weren't.
Finally we were deep into the belly of the ship feeling a but like Jonah, and still no one had asked us for any money. As we locked the car prior to heading into the passenger area of the ship the chap in the car behind us called across, "What do we do about paying?" We replied that we were also wondering that very thing ourselves.
20 minutes later we were back in our car and disembarking. As we headed on land the rain hit our windscreen and we realised it was going to be a wet trip.
We followed the traffic with very little plan of where to go. Before we knew it we were in Victoria, where the rain continued and the traffic was one long queue. we decided the last thing we wanted to do was to wander around the town in the rain and so we decided to drive straight through and head for Marsalfona.
After a couple of wrong turns we finally were on the right road and, as nothing on the map takes very long to reach, we were soon driving into Marsalfona, a pretty town on the waters edge with a lovely bay. We looked around for somewhere to stop and noticed a cafe with a parking spot just outside. That would do. It wasn't cold so we dashed under the cover of the cafe and sat gazing out to sea while the rain continued. We got chatting to the people at the table behind us and found that they were on their holiday from Spain, although they were English. A little more conversation and we discovered they lived less than an hour from where we used to live in Spain and where we used to visit if we fancied a curry. small world.
While we chatted we didn't notice that the rain had stopped and so it was a nice surprise when we began our walk back to the car and realised I didn't need my umbrella. I could see that the road around the bay took a steep uphill climb and I thought it would be a good place to take a photo so off we tootled.
And I was right, it did make a nice photo.
As we carried on around the coast we saw signs for Saltpans and, not knowing what it meant we carried on to find this.
It reads: "Sea-salt production has a long history on the Island of Gozo. The rock-cut saltpans protruding into the sea have their origin from the times of the Romans, who converted the unsorted pans into square constructions and furnished them with an irrigation system. Today, a number of families in Gozo still use the natural way of salt production to produce this commodity. The salt pans are filled with sea water. When the water is evaporated in the bowls, the film of salt is harvested. Salt production takes place between May and September."
We stopped to have a look and take the obligatory tourist photo.
After that, we carried on along the coast and were suddenly driving up a really steep road, the car struggling even in 1st gear, until we reached the top and found ourselves in a pretty but small hilltop village with very narrow streets. We had a little drive around and nothing was open and no-one was around, so we assumed it was lunchtime and left t make our way back through the Island towards the ferry. On our return journey we discovered the answer to the riddle of not paying, they allow you into Gozo for free, you pay to get out. It was a most bizarre amount too, for a car, driver and passenger it came to 20.35 Euros - why not just 20?
We were soon leaving the harbour over looked by 2 large churches, Malta & Gozo have a lot of churches, and before long we were back on Malta. On the way to the ferry that morning I had noticed signs to the Red Tower and out to vista point so, as the sun was now shining I decided we would have a drive to see what the Red Tower was and here it is.
It's a fort built in the mid 1600's and is in remarkably good condition. See here for more information. http://www.mellieha.com/places_interest/fortifications/red_tower.htm
After wandering around the fort for a while and taking a few more photos
we headed back to our hotel to get ready for our night out and a curry.
Thursday, 17 October 2013
Our trip to Malta - Day 2.
Today we were up in time for breakfast and wandered downstairs along with the other guests. It gave us an idea how many were staying at the hotel and from the numbers I would say that it's less than half full.
Today was exciting for us as they were delivering the car around noon. Not knowing what Maltese time keeping is like I wasn't sure whether noon really meant noon or whether it meant somewhere between 11 & 1.
and the vibrancy and pace of people was far above that of our little sleepy hamlet, only a 10 minute drive away but worlds apart in atmosphere. Buggiba was a nice town to visit but I was very pleased I had not booked our week there.
We carried on around the headland of St. Paul's Bay, past a strange building that we had seen from our hotel room but had been unable to guess what it housed.
I thought it may have been a sports stadium but it turned our to be the aquarium centre. If we do get the rain that has been promised that would be a good indoor visit.
After stopping at a bayside restaurant for lunch, we continued our circuit of the bay until we reached the road back to the hotel. The little car was fine for what we wanted to do and suited the narrow streets perfectly.
Back at the hotel we decided we would make use of our half board status and ate there, later we parked the car and walked down to the bottom of the village to take advantage of a couple of beers and free wifi. Last night's hotel food had been good but tonight it wasn't up to the same standard, although I did enjoy my swordfish. We had decided we would try the nearby Indian restaurant tomorrow night so after dinner we took a walk along the main street to check what time it opened and then had coffee at the Beach Haven bar which has a pontoon out over the water.
It is so relaxing sitting there watching the boat lights in the distance bobbing up and down and listening to the gentle waves as they break against the rocks.
Tomorrow we will head north towards the island of Gozo and take the ferry across to have an explore around the smaller island.
Wednesday, 16 October 2013
A trip to Malta.
Day 1
The short version for those in a hurry:
We nearly missed our flight - but didn't.
We nearly got rained on - but didn't.
We nearly went hungry - but didn't.
For those with a little bit more time, grab yourself a cuppa and read on...
Saturday stretched ahead of us with hours before the flight. There were a number of jobs to do before taking the dogs to my sister-in-law's where they would be spoiled rotten for the coming week. While giving Brandy a huge 'I'll miss you loads' hug he yelped as if I'd hurt him and as I let him go he ran for his Dad. Feeling terribly upset for doing nothing wrong I tried to get him to come to me, but he was having none of it and I began to wonder if he had realised something was different about today.
The first job was taking Neil's car to the garage for a repair and MOT while we were away. Both dogs enjoy a ride in the car and I popped them both on the back seat hoping this treat may get me back in Brandy's good books. Half an hour later saw us all back home and Brandy was definitely thawing.
Next job on the tick list was a final walk with the dogs and although the sky was threatening rain we did our usual circuit of the estate. With the dogs well settled the hard work of packing and cleaning began. I, like many, prefer to come home to a clean house but it means more work before leaving. Eventually, the bags were packed, the dogs were delivered and we were on our way to the airport when I realised the first thing we had forgotten - our coats. Although we hoped not to need them while away the forecast for the week was rain and thunder so it was wise to take them - plus we would definitely need them on our return to the UK at 5am in a week's time.
Coats on board we set off for the airport once more, both equally convinced we knew where we were going, both equally convinced which exit we needed from the motorway and, as it happened, both equally wrong. By the time we realised we were on the wrong road we had lost half an hour of our travel time and the relaxed journey turned into a fraught dash to reach the airport in time to check in.
As it turned out the half hour delay worked in our favour as, by the time we arrived the normally large queue had already been checked in and we walked straight to the desk. Only one more hurdle to get over. This was my first flight since having my pacemaker fitted and, although I am aware many people fly with pacemakers , I was unsure of the procedure through security and I am not good with uncertainty. I asked at the first check point to see what I needed to do and they advised me to speak with the people where you put your belongings in to baskets prior to walking through the scanner and they would sort me out.
I handed my pacemaker card go the chap and he called a lady over who explained I would be be taken past the body scanner and would be frisk searched instead. They asked to see my passport to make sure the name agreed with my pacemaker card and that I hadn't borrowed one to help me bypass security and, frisk over, I was free to rejoin Neil. Finally we could relax and look forward to the flight.
Once on the plane the pilot explained we would have a smooth flight until we were near Sicily where there were thunderstorms.
It was a night flight and as we approached Sicily we could see the sky lighting up in the distance as the lightening flashed almost constantly. To avoid the turbulence the pilot flew around the storm leaving us 15 minutes later on arrival but having had a very uneventful journey.
Our driver was waiting when we got through customs and we were soon on the final leg of our journey. A further 30 minute drive on roads which were far busier than expected, considering it was 3am, and we pulled up at our hotel. This would be home for the next week.
It was not surprising we slept through breakfast considering the late arrival but 2 things had stuck with me from our conversation with the driver from last night. The first one was a good point - that the weather forecast didn't always refer to the weather over the island. Malta covers a distance out to sea and often when they they forecast thunderstorms they aren't over the island. The second, and more concerning comment was that he'd previously been unaware of our hotel due to its remote setting. Considering that we had missed breakfast and that we weren't getting our car until tomorrow I began to worry what we were going to find close by for our first meal in Malta.
As anyone would on the first morning abroad we flung back the curtains to take in the view.
We nearly got rained on - but didn't.
We nearly went hungry - but didn't.
Next job on the tick list was a final walk with the dogs and although the sky was threatening rain we did our usual circuit of the estate. With the dogs well settled the hard work of packing and cleaning began. I, like many, prefer to come home to a clean house but it means more work before leaving. Eventually, the bags were packed, the dogs were delivered and we were on our way to the airport when I realised the first thing we had forgotten - our coats. Although we hoped not to need them while away the forecast for the week was rain and thunder so it was wise to take them - plus we would definitely need them on our return to the UK at 5am in a week's time.
We knew we had a sea view as we had seen the harbour lights the night before and now we could take in our fill of the vista... through the rain. Taking on an 'Oh Well!' attitude we went to get ready for our search for food in the rain.
By the time we reached reception the rain had stopped, confirmed by looking across at the still waters of the swimming pool. Things were looking up. Remembering the remoteness comments of the driver we asked where we could find somewhere for breakfast.
"Just along the main road." replied the receptionist.
Sure enough only 15 minutes walk brought us to a very busy restaurant serving a wide range of hot and cold food. We took an outside table at the roadside across from an array of small boats bobbing along at their moorings.
As we sat sipping our coffee and drinking in the atmosphere the clouds started to move and the sun began to shine. Maybe today would be a good day after all.
So now I'm sitting on the hotel balcony gazing out across the black water to the bright lights of the town across the bay, listening to the gentle waves as they meet the rugged coastline. A few boats light up the the waters out to sea and I assume there is heavy cloud cover as there is not a star to be found in the dark night sky, so black it's impossible to see where the sea stops and the sky begins.
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