The whole world in his hands
Here’s a shot or two of the atlas so generously donated to the study by Ann and Graham. (Sorry, not sure if it’s Ann with an E or not.) As you can see, it’s not only large and detailed but fits perfectly with the style of that side of my room. Some of my other research books are on the desk, and I’ve been reading them and dipping in and out when I need to. There’s nothing as interesting as an atlas though, and just looking at the maps sets my imagination running.
At the moment, it’s running along the lines of ‘what next?’ Another Clearwater mystery? The final Saddling episode? Or another Miss P? Thinking about what pays the rent, it should be a Clearwater, but I’ve had several people asking for a follow-up Miss P and the last Saddling story, so I have set about reading ‘the Saddling’ to remind myself what happened. I hate reading what’s already published as I find things I would change, and not only the occasional printing error (typos that so many of us missed). My style has changed, I hope improved, over the years and so has the layout and design of covers, pages and so on. Ah well, it must be done, and I must read all three in the series if I am going to come up with the fourth. All I know about it right now is that the title has to start with N and end with ling, it’s to be about the earth element and spring equinox (rebirth comes to mind), and there are several threads left over from The Eastling which need tying up – and where is Blacklocks in all of this? We shall see what the mind turns to first, a romantic Victorian mystery, a modern-day comedy, or a final instalment…
Meanwhile… We had a lovely dinner on Monday night, going with friends on Georgios. We were there early evening, or course, as these days, 8pm is past my bedtime, and there were seven of us at the table. A couple of starters, a main each, wine and water and for only $15.00 each after an unexpected discount from Noufris, who also paid Neil and I a compliment I am to modest to mention here. Said friends leave the island this week, always sad, and July and August tend to see fewer of our ‘set’ returning, due to the weather. We look forward to September and October, however, when we will see them again, and in the meantime, I am sure we will make new friends and see others. Such is summer on Symi.
