|Bridge over beck|
I’m just back from a weekend in the Yorkshire Dales exploring the question whether reunion romances can work in real life as well as in fiction … I think we’re still only on Chapter 3 on that one, but it was a lovely weekend all the same. A charming B&B by a beck which you had to cross by a narrow bridge, four poster bed and everything. And yet I could still spend most of my time moaning about the weather. Obviously not a real romantic at heart (as was pointed out several times over the weekend, in fact).
|Midsummer at Malham|
But it was miserably wet all weekend. Is it too much to ask the sun to appear in July??? The last time I was in Malham – in March – the sun was shining and it was absolutely beautiful. This time you’d never have guessed that it was allegedly summer.
It’s all very well saying that it doesn’t matter as long as you’ve got a glow inside, but every day is a bad hair day when it’s raining – here I am at Janet’s Foss to prove the point. And I can never get the clothes right, as you can obviously tell from these photos (remind me never to wear gaiters again unless I’m in black trousers!) I know, of course, that it doesn’t matter what you look like – my mother spent my entire adolescence assuring me that ‘nobody’s interested in you, dear’ – but it would be so nice to get the romance and the wardrobe and the weather all right at the same time … or is that greedy?
Anyway, I’ve really just popped in to remind you that the fabulous Liz Fielding is having a terrific party over on her blog this week. If you haven’t stopped by yet, you don’t need an invitation, and there are lots of wonderful books up for grabs. And you never know who you’re going to meet at Liz’s parties … she knows everybody!