Rodeo #3: Travel with a Twist

Hello again, dear friends! We’ve reached the midway point at the Rodeo which means it’s time to pack your bags and flash a holiday tale with a twist. My contest, Rodeo #3: Travel With A Twist, is up and running at the Rodeo until 11:59 EST October 24. As before, all details below.  The winner, second and third places will be announced at Carrot Ranch and the Summerhouse on 30 November. See you soon and Bon Voyage!

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By Sherri Matthews

In July, I had the good fortune to spend a week’s holiday with my husband on the Italian Amalfi Coast. I say good fortune, because hubby won it, thanks to a random prize draw. We couldn’t believe it. Who wins those things anyway? Surely it’s a scam? But I can report back that it’s no scam because I’ve got the pics to prove it. [READ MORE…]

Welcome to Travel With A Twist, the third contest at Rodeo 2018.  Packed and ready for the off? Then let’s ride. But first, just like any essential safety demonstrations, a few simple rules before take-off:

  1. Entry must be 99 words, no more, no less (not including the title).
  2. Use the form below to enter, including your name (judging is blind).  All entries will receive a confirmation email. If you do not receive an acknowledgment by email, contact us at wordsforpeople@gmail.com.

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Rodeo #2: Memoir

‘She Did It’. That’s the prompt for Irene Waters’ Rodeo #2 Flash Fiction Memoir Contest. Huge apologies for my late re-blog this week – wifi/update issues, say no more – but there’s still plenty of time to enter by 11:59 EST 17 October. As before, all entries are free with a cash prize for the winner. Irene asks for a 99 word memoir or a BOTS (Based on a true story), all rules below. Winners announced 16 November at Carrot Ranch. Speaking of memoir…time to press on and good luck to all!

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By Irene Waters, Rodeo Leader

Memoir is a passion, so I’m thrilled to once again host the memoir section of the Carrot Ranch Rodeo Contest. Hoping you’ll tighten your saddles and put on your spurs and join in. [READ MORE…]

Last year we had Scars – this year?

“She Did It.”

Three little words can hold so much meaning and have so many stories that come to mind. For the memoir prompt “She Did It” write a true story or a BOTS (based on a true story) keeping in mind the tips on writing memoir.

THE RULES:

  1. Every entry must be 99 words, no more, no less. You can have a title outside that limit. Check your word count using the net as this will be the one I use to check the entries. Entries that aren’t 99 words will be disqualified.
  2. The genre is memoir although BOTS (based on…

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Rodeo #1: Dialog

And we’re off! Geoff Le Pard is first through the gate at the Rodeo with contest number 1, ‘Dialogue’. All details below. Open to all, free entry, and a cash prize for the winner. Contest closes October 10 at 11:59pm EST. See you back here with next week’s contest, and best of luck to all.

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By Geoff Le Pard, Rodeo Leader

Writers are notorious people watchers. It’s a small miracle we don’t get done for stalking more often. Part of that idea — thieving we do involves listening to what people say — phrases, the modes of speech, dialect, etc. People convey ideas and feelings with words. [READ MORE…]

So, those pesky rules:

  1. Every entry must be 99 words, no more, no less. You can have a title outside that limit.
  2. It’s dialogue only. Everything inside speech marks, please. (American and British styles both accepted.)
  3. Any genre, time, place, just let us know via words. If you can world build a fantasy, hats off! (Oh, by the way, I bloody loathe the overuse of the exclamation mark. Be very sparing or my prejudices may show through.
  4. It’s a conversation so you need two characters at least. But can you have a conversation with yourself? With…

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Travel to the Rodeo

Howdy Folks! Yep…it’s time once again to saddle up, polish your boots and grab your pen too: the Rodeo is back! Five, 99 word flash fiction contests, each with a unique prompt, running weekly through October at Carrot Ranch.

Open to all, no entry fee and a cash prize for the winner.

Thrilled to lead my contest, ‘Travel with a Twist’, which opens October 17.

Details of this, my fellow judges and every contest,  including Lead Buckaroo Charli Mill’s TUFF (The Ultimate Flash Fiction), a free-write challenge remaining for September 25, posted below.

I’ll re-blog each contest’s opening day here at the Summerhouse.

So watch this space, pack your bags and get ready to Travel to the Rodeo…with a twist, of course.

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Sherri Matthews has kept her feet in the stirrups at Carrot Ranch while riding hard to revise her memoir. She’s one of our premier memoir writers who also pens a hapless village werewolf character who first debuted here in flash fiction. Her fiction can turn a dark twist as deftly as a rodeo bronc.

This year, Sherri seeks inspiration from travel. It’s not her first rodeo, so as a leader she’s going to shake up her event. Her husband Mike Matthews and friend and fellow writer, Hugh Roberts, joins her in the judging. Here’s what she has to tell you to prepare for her event.

Rodeo #3: Travel with a Twist
By Sherri Matthews

In July, I had the good fortune to spend a week’s holiday with my husband on the Italian Amalfi Coast. I say good fortune, because hubby won it, thanks to a random prize draw. We couldn’t…

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49 Days In 1988: Week 36 – Choices

Today I’m travelling with Hugh Roberts and Huey Lewis and the News back to the future. Since January, Hugh has invited a weekly guest to choose their favourite 80’s song and feature in his ’49 Days in 1988′ series. Hugh shares snippets from his diary of 1988 with great music, and today it’s my turn with The Power of Love. Thank you, Hugh!

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Click here to read the first week of this feature, and follow the links at the end of each post.

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London – September 7th, 1988

Yesterday, it seems that there was quite a bit of upset between Anthony and Mr & Mrs Summer. Marcus revealed to Marty and me that a large rift has developed between both parties over the death of our landlord, Shaun. 

It’s a great shame, but it seems that Anthony has led us all, here at Grassmere Road, up the garden path as to when Shaun’s parents intend selling the house. It’s now almost certain that we will all have to be out by November 1st!

I hate being up against a deadline, so I immediately contacted Simon and Rod and told them to get searching for a place that will accommodate three people. Simon seemed really chuffed that I’ve decided to move in with…

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She’s Gone To Capri And She’s Not Coming Back

Be careful what you wish for, so goes the old adage. During my other life in California as a mum of three school-age children, meaning frequently run-off-my-feet, I sometimes joked that I would escape and be like the woman in a well-known TV Ad quoting the line,  ‘She’s gone to Capri, and she’s not coming back’.

Ignoring the part about the cigarette,  it promoted a glamorous image of a woman abroad, free from constraints, prancing around in a silky evening gown, osbensibly somewhere in Capri.  The very idea of me a) wearing a silky evening gown, and b) going anywhere remotely close to Capri, was so ludicrous, that we all laughed our heads off.

But sometimes we do get what we wish for.  Roll on twenty years or so, and would you believe, hubby won a random prize draw.  The prize?  A holiday for two on Italy’s Amalfi Coast.  Ever closer to Capri.  Must be a scam, we thought.  But it wasn’t. We took the holiday in July and have the pics to prove it.

The prize came with a hire car.  Great.  So far so good as hubby drove out of Naples airport and hit the open road and after Salerno, we entered the famed Amalfi coastal road, otherwise known as Amalfi Drive.  With the Tyrrhenian Sea on one side, it clings to an open cliff face on the other, climbing ever higher on a narrow, one lane road with back-to-back hairpins for approximately 80 km (50 miles) to Positano. Buses, motorcycles and local drivers thinking nothing of overtaking on blind turns.

 

 

It took an hour to so to reach our hotel in Minori, some 20 km along, and after that, the car stayed in the hotel’s garage until our return journey.   Hair-raising, but the views are spectacular, even if snapped from a moving car:

Minori is a delightful fishing village, our hotel just a 5 minute walk from the beach and a good choice of restaurants and cafes and a pretty harbour.

 

 

I warded off a nuisance head cold with siestas and lemons the size of grapefruits.

And then we took a boat trip across the Bay of Naples to the island of Capri. With clear blue skies and sea to match, we set out early in the morning for an hour and a half  giving us fantastic views of Amalfi and Positano from the water:

We passed one or two rather expensive looking yatchts along the way:

And we got a great view of the beautiful coastline dotted with coves and beaches and one of Sophia Loren’s villas.

On land, we took a bus to the town of Anacapri at the top where it is less crowded and offers breathtaking vistas away from the madding crowd lower down, it being the height of summer.

On the way back down to the harbour, I couldn’t resist taking this photo of the cute cat window:

Designer shops line the path up to the top, cut into the rugged cliff side.  Needless to say, it is not cheap in Capri.   Being Brits, we sought out a cafe for shade and a cup of tea, at a cost of 15 euros (not far off fifteen pounds) for two cups of tea and a bottle of water.  I watched valets haul luggage from arriving guests to a 5-star hotel and for a moment, imagined myself swanning around in one of their finest rooms wearing a silky evening gown…

The prize also gave us a meal at a 5 star restaurant. Perched high on a cliff side above a cove filled with millionaire yachts, we wined and dined in a setting so luxurious that I didn’t dare take any photos.  Frankly, I was grateful to have survived the taxi ride there, a thirty minute drive hurtling us further along the Amalfi coastal road with a 70’s Al Pacino lookalike at the wheel, down to the pin stripe suit and gold medallion.

He chatted in Italian all the way, except for the repeated mention of Chaka Chan while fiddling with the radio, as he couldn’t get a good signal. And then, for no apparant reason, he stopped the car.  He got out to check something in the back, leaving me and hubby in the back seat to wonder what he was looking for.  His Chaka Chan CD? His lunch?  A body?  Worse? Maybe I’ve watched The Sopranos too many times, but although the sea sparkled far below us, I hoped we weren’t about to swim with the fishes.

The ride back later on had him stopping on the way to introduce us to various restaurant owners.  And wouldn’t you know it, his radio got a signal, only to play the theme song from ‘The Godfather’.

The drive back to Naples airport one week later, took us far away from Amalfi Drive and past Mount Vesuvius, a still active volcano to this day.  Hopefully it won’t erupt again any time soon.

A holiday to remember for all its twists and turns, and what a prize.  Thank you, Classic FM!

As for Capri, did it live up to my dream?  If I were rich, maybe. If we had gone out of season without the throng of people and not so incredibly hot and humid, more likely.  But, although I am thrilled to have visited, I think, perhaps, of other places where I would rather slink around in an evening gown.  Funny how we change.

 

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Memoirs Of A Bicycle: Times Past

Driving to Gatwick Airport recently, road signs to long-ago places from my childhood like Horley, Reigate and Brighton, zoom by.  But one town called Purley brings back just one clear memory.  Not of the town itself; in fact, I have no memory of the place at all.  What I do remember, is going to one shop with my parents for one reason only: to get my very first bicycle.

I was seven when I got my first bike, a Raleigh with a red frame. I adored it and couldn’t wait to learn how to ride it.  I spent hours practicing by pedalling along a narrow walkway between the side of our house and the neighbour’s fence, a hand on each, until I got the perfect balance.

But it wasn’t until we moved to the Suffolk countryside that my cycling days really took off. In the summer, I cycled the couple of miles to school and in the summer holidays, my brother and I cycled down to the tennis courts a few miles away in the nearest small town.  The cycling was fun, but not the arguments over who’s turn it was to serve and collect stray balls.

We cycled for hours with our friends from the village. I loved my bike, but I was envious of the boy with the yellow Chopper.

Hands-free meant something different in the 70’s.  It meant riding a bike without holding the handlebars.  Even better, go down a hill as fast as possible with just your feet on them.  Getting my Cycling Proficiency Badge was a thing of pride, but I was more proud that I could pull a stunt like that.

Not my first bicycle, but the only one I can find (c) Sherri Matthews

Sadly, for my brother, such a stunt didn’t turn out so well when a stick caught in his front wheel spokes. Close behind him (though younger, he was always faster), I watched in horror as he flew clean over his handle bars and scraped several feet, face down, along the grit-covered road.

We found a nearby house, and knocked on the door to ask for help.  The woman, kind and concerned, called our mother.  While we waited, she mentioned something about putting iodine on my brother’s knee-bone exposed wound, but thought better of it, mumbling something like, ‘it might send him to the roof’.  I found out later what she meant when I asked my mother.  A throw back to the war, or something like that.  Like beef dripping sandwiches and dried eggs.

But although cycling took up a large part of  my younger years,  it was my foray into night-time cycling that finished me off.

I was a Girl Guide, briefly.  Cycling into town for the weekly meetings was fine when it was light, but returning home in the dark was quite another. One such night, as I cycled out of town and away from the street lights,  I realised I was totally alone in the pitch dark on a rural road split between an open field and a wood.

I had recently finished scaring myself witless reading the ‘Hounds of the Baskervilles’, and as I pedaled furiously, my dynamo lights blazing as much as dynamo lights can,  I could have sworn I heard footfall behind me. Like an animal.  Like a hound.  Like a headless hound with flames of hellfire blazing from its neck, inches from the back of mine.

The speed with which I arrived home that night would have put me in contention for the Tour de France.

Strangely, but perhaps not surprisingly, I have no memory of cycling after that.  Nor of attending any more Girl Guide meetings.

It wasn’t until decades later and visiting rural France for the first time in my adult life, that I rediscovered the joy of cycling.  And I am today, once more, the proud owner of a bicycle. Hopefully I’ll get the chance to cycle a few trails with hubby soon.  But it won’t be in the dark.  And it’s safe to say I’ll hold the handle bars this time – with my hands, not my feet.

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This post is in response to Irene Water’s Times Past challenge for July.  Irene asks that we state our generation and where we grew up as part of her fascinating memoir series, exploring our differing childhood experiences, generationally and geographically.  I write as a tail-end baby boomer growing up in 60’s and 70’s rural Britain.  (Not wanting to miss Irene’s July deadline – scraping in as usual –  my Italy post will follow shortly.)

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Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – Travel – ‘The Streets of Old City Dubrovnik’ by Sherri Matthews

While I’ve been away, lovely Sally Cronin has featured weekly the remaining three of my travel posts for her Archive Travel Series: Strolling through ‘A Most Beautiful Village of France’ in Normandy and finding sweet solace in a tiny, ancient chapel; breathtaking Jersey and a day at the ‘War Tunnels’; and this week, the last of the four, in historical and stunning Old City Dubrovnik, in Croatia (and a link to a Cats of Croatia post…couldn’t resist).

Thank you so much for the visits and lovely comments awaiting me upon my return from my holiday. It’s wonderful how sharing old posts forms new connections, filling the Summerhouse with lively discussion through shared discoveries and adventures. Travel is a wonderful thing, and I am beyond thankful for the opportunities I’ve had to travel to such places, but they are even more wonderful when shared with you.

Thank you so much to Sally for this wonderful and incredibly generous opportunity and sharing my posts far and wide. Sally invites all to join in, and is a lovely way to meet new bloggers, re-share old posts to a new audience and learn great travel tips!

In her own words, Sally invites all to join in:

‘The aim of this series is to showcase your blog and any creative work that you do from books, art, photography and crafts. You pick between one and four links to posts that you have written for your own blog since you began blogging up to October 2017 and you simply send the link to those blogs to sally.cronin@moyhill.com

You have to do nothing more as I will capture the post and images from your blog and I will then post with full copyright to you.. with your creative work and your links to buy and to connect. I might sometimes need a little more information but I am quite resourceful in finding out everything I need.

The deal is that you also help promote the post by sharing on your social media and responding to the comments.

Previous participants are more than welcome

The theme for the new series is travel.

Places and countries you have visited,
Different cultures,
Exotic food you have discovered when travelling,
Modes of transport – cars, bikes, horses, RVs
Camping Trips,
Road trips,
On the road for work,
Train Journeys,
Travel themed music,
Planes and airports,
Ships and other marine vessels,
Humorous adventures etc.’

Thanks again Sally!

Speaking of great travel tips, lovely memoir author D G Kay (Debby Gies) is sharing hers with us at ‘The Travel Column‘, her new regular feature over at Sally’s blog. For openers, if you’re going on a cruise anytime soon, you need to read this! And a huge thank you also to Debby for such generous sharing of Sally’s travel series and my posts in my absence.

Back to writing then, and will post here soon with new travel tales and adventures from my recent holiday with hubby on the sparkling Almalfi Coast. Including, but not limited to, an extraordinary encounter with an Al Pacino lookalike taking us on a wild taxi ride along back-to-back hairpins, while rummaging around looking for a Chaka Khan CD. Ahh…Mama Mia Italia!

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Time for the fourth last post from the travel archives of Sherri Matthews who has taken us to Lake Garda, a traquil village in Normandy and to Jersey during wartime occupation. Today she takes us to Croatia and the beautiful streets of the old City Dubrovnik.

Over at the Daily Post, the Weekly Photo Challenge for this week is ‘Street Life’. Cheri puts the challenge to us in this way:

‘For this challenge, document the movement (or stillness) of a street: tell a story with your snapshot, capture a scene that reveals a bit about a place, or simply show us where you live — or a path you often take.’

With this in mind, here is my story entitled, ‘The Streets of Old City Dubrovnik’.

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Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #Travel – An Italian Journey – Writing and Healing by Sherri Matthews

Every Thursday for the next four weeks, lovely Sally Cronin will feature one of my archived travel posts for her Posts From Your Archives series. The first today is about my visit to stunning Lake Garda in September, 2016, not long after the death of my dear, darling Dad. My grief left me unable to write, but I share in this post how my time in Lake Garda both healed and inspired me to write again.

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Welcome to Sherri Matthews and her series of four travel posts. Sherri includes wonderful photographs in her posts and so I will give you a taste and then a link to view on her own blog where I would appreciate you leaving your comments.

An Italian Journey – Writing and Healing by Sherri Matthews

September arrived and with it, any thoughts of writing vanished. My birthday; a long-awaited holiday. Both beckoned. But somewhere in the space between early spring and autumn’s first flush, everything blurred into one big smudge of I can’t face it.

We heal, eventually, from family illness and loss, but scars do not disappear. And something, at some point, has to give, even if only for a short while. My long-burn writing dream never died, but in the deep, silent part of me, my ability to focus, to write, lay in tatters.

So I retreated into long…

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Surprises, Diana’s Dresses And The Annual Blogger’s Bash 2018

The Summerhouse sat in snow last time I checked, but emerging from hibernation to a sun-basked spring, I discover a new garden and the chance, at last, to get my hands dirty.

New growth pushes through bare soil and reminds me that nothing stays the same and nature, like life, is full of surprises. I think of all the gardens I’ve left behind for others to enjoy. Now it’s my family’s turn to reap the benefits with cherry blossom in April and bluebells in May, chased by peonies and poppies in June.

I have pumpkin, sunflower and nasturtium seeds, hoping they will turn out as the packets promise.   I am nostalgic for the last time I grew pumpkins in the vegetable patch I planted with my children in California, some twenty years ago.

My geraniums flourish.  Not since I grew them in California have they survived the winter.  There, left outside to their own devices, they died back to dry, brown sticks which miraculously sprouted back to new life in the spring.

This year, I left them in our front porch where not only did they not die back, but kept their leaves all winter.  I didn’t think that was possible in England.

Although, considering the temperature inside the porch during a heat wave in April, it looks like we’ve inherited a greenhouse in disguise.  No wonder my geraniums thrived.

It also doesn’t hurt to have a little helper.

Eddie enjoys helping with the gardening. Being an English cat born in a barn and raised as a kitten on fresh rabbit (shhh…don’t tell Bunnykins), he wanted to know why the sign says ‘ladybug’ and not ‘ladybird’. We Maisy, a Californian kitty through and through, would have happily explained.

My long time ambition to create an English cottage garden begins with a perfect shady border by a grey, stone wall.  With hollyhocks, foxgloves and lupins, I am determined to fulfill this ambition at long last, despite the onslaught of slugs and snails.  Not so perfect, then.

I need a hedgehog, so I imagine sneaking back to my old house in the dead of night, on a mission to retrieve Mrs Tiggy Winkle, who lives there beneath the summerhouse, it of wood and nails.

But I have some success…

We’ve had visitors too.

Mr Toad…

And a fledged baby bird, resting on the fence panel mid-flight.  Blue Tit? Chaffinch?

But the most wonderful surprise of all is a robin who sings from an apple tree behind a stone wall at the end of our driveway.  Throughout the long winter I watched it sing from the same high perch every evening.  I can’t see him now with the tree in full leaf, but I still hear him and I know it is him. I know it is My Sweet Robin.

Before gardening took over, London called twice.  First, in early April to a fantastic evening enjoying the Classic FM Concert at The Royal Albert Hall, my Christmas/Anniversary gift from lovely, generous Hubby.

Prince Albert Memorial, Kensington, London, which faces the Royal Albert Hall.

The next day, we walked through beautiful Kensington Gardens. Thrilled to discover that Kensington Palace was newly open for the summer season, we took the tour.  I’ve always wanted to visit the once-upon-a-time-ago home of Diana and her boys.

The famous gates at Kensington Palace, once covered in flowers…

Imagine my delighted surprise finding ‘Diana: Her Fashion Story’ exhibition inside.   A truly breathtaking walk through Diana’s life, forever caught in time by each of these famous dresses.  I remembered so well the photographs of her wearing them at iconic moments throughout her incredible, yet tragically too short life.

The tone, with each step, felt reverent and hushed beneath the subdued lighting.

When I posted my entry, ‘Mummy‘ in March for the Bloggers Bash Blog Post Competition,  I had no idea that I would soon be visiting Kensington Palace. Thank you to all who left such lovely comments on my true story, which I wrote with Diana, to me the quintessential royal, in mind.  Fellow blogger Viola Bleu linked to it in a post, inspired, she told me, to write her own thoughts on Diana.  Her beautiful words touched my heart.  Thank you so much Viola, I hope you enjoy the photos.

London called the second time on May 19th.  Not for the Royal Wedding, but for the Annual Blogger’s Bash. A lovely day all round, summed up beautifully in a post by Suzie Speaks with lots of fab photos taken by her husband, and Sacha Black’s post listing all the award winners.

Always wonderful to catch up with ‘old’ blogging pals and meet new, it was also a great opportunity to thank you so much for visiting the Summerhouse, rain or shine, posts of no posts, lighting up the place with your happy smiles.

And this year, I was truly honoured as an Ambassador representing  Carrot Ranch, conferred to me by, and on behalf of, Charli Mills and all the Rough Writers, unable to attend, but waving joyfully from Sea to Shining Sea.

Congratulations to all the award nominees and winners, and to my friend Marje Mallon whose story took first place with a beautiful prize for the Bloggers Bash Post Competition.   You can read all three winning stories here at Hugh Robert’s blog, Hugh’s News & Views, and you can catch the live video presentations posted on the Blogger’s Bash Facebook page

A huge thank you to the wonderful committee, Sacha, Hugh, Geoff and Suzie , this year joined by Shelley, Adam, Helen and Graeme whose tireless work and commitment made this such a successful and enjoyable event.

Blogger’s Bash Q&A Panel with Graeme, Hugh, Sacha, Ritu & Geoff

And of course, no Blogger’s Bash is complete without Hugh’s excellent and fantastically presented video which is now live on his blog.  Nobody escapes Hugh’s video, I mean nobody.

There is just one more surprise to report from the Summerhouse: a couple of weeks after the Classic FM concert, hubby took a call to say he had won the random prize draw held by their sponsor, Honda. Who wins those?  I thought they were made up.  But it’s real.  We really have won a holiday on the Almalfi Coast in Italy.  Still pinching ourselves that we get our holiday in the sun after all.

Meanwhile, I’m cracking on with the memoir and long overdue blog visits.  On days when I fade into a fog, I remember this quote taken from Writing Magazine by the marvellous Margaret Atwood, which I leave with you:

Asked in a recent interview whether she considers herself an optimist, she said: ‘Any writer is an optimist.  Why? Number one: they think they’ll finish their book. Number two: they think somebody will publish it. Number three: they think somebody will read it. That’s a lot of optimism.’

Life really is full of surprises.

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This walk through my garden, Diana’s dress exhibition and the Blogger’s Bash is linked to Jo’s Monday Walk

All photos copyrighted (c) by Sherri Matthews, A View From My Summerhouse. 

 

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