Archive for March, 2004

Walking with Angels

Wednesday, March 24th, 2004

I have just finished drafting a novella. This is something of a relief to my mind, because the trio of horrid fictions of which it is a third is due in at the end of April. It’s also a relief because I have been writing about a lady who sees angels, and in consequence, I […]

The Englishman’s Relicks

Thursday, March 18th, 2004

I have been south of the Wall for an agreeable couple of days while the Lady Novelist has been in King’s Lynn, lecturing the people of Norfolk on the evils of high-altitude mountaineering. The foolish little labrador came with me and was, it must be allowed, very good, even when Rocket the baby Norfolk terrier […]

Foreign Parts

Thursday, March 18th, 2004

Sorry to be neglecting the blog. Not counting Dr Biswell who is still elsewhere, there are no less than three books in various stages of the finishing process in the house (one being drafted, another rewritten, and the third at the answering copyeditor’s queries stage), so we have been busy. Furthermore, we have been South […]

Defying Nature

Wednesday, March 10th, 2004

Yesterday we went over to Loch Ness and Cromarty with yet another friend who came by for a few days (no bear he, but a legal eagle. Fish eagle, you might say, since he does business in deep waters). We went to my favourite nursery (Abriachan, overlooking Loch Ness), where I met a charmingly goofy […]

The Famous Invasion of the Bears from the Barbican

Saturday, March 6th, 2004

Our metropolitan guests surprised us somewhat with the information that there was a Bears’ Disco in Inverness. What next? we wondered. Wolves’ thé-dansant? Waltzing with Wildcats? Or something more like the Teddy Bears’ Picnic but updated and with more glitter balls? (recycling TBP to da Disco Beat hardly bears thinking about: boom-chikka boom-chikka …. ‘If […]

Black and White

Thursday, March 4th, 2004

We were snowed in again over the weekend, to our great indignation. Winter coming back for a third go, too much entirely. But on Tuesday, once the track was sufficiently clear, we drove over to the Malt Whisky Capital of the World, which is to say, Speyside — Dufftown, Glenlivet, Glenfiddich, all that. Thus, up […]