
Enid Blyton- my secret literary love
My case is packed, the cat has been delivered to my mum-in-law (to be) and I’ve got my sunnies, ipod and a lovely pile of books- I’m off to Cornwall! Yes, my belated summer hols are finally here! We’ve opted for the rather trendy (it turns out) “staycation”, ready to brave English hospitality and seaside drizzle in return for a delicious feeling of eco-smugness. I’ve never been so far down south before and am hugely excited, rather weirdly because of my first books crush, the blessed Enid Blyton. (Yes, I was the only girl in Sunderland to be gutted when my mum didn’t send me to boarding school..) And, for whatever reason, in my fantasy Blyton land, all the action took place in Cornwall- partly because I’d never been there but also from the inherited notion that posh people come from a distant southerly land- so, for me, the south coast is a world of lacrosse, smugglers and high tea. We’ll have to see how long this will hold for (I expect to be having my usual hankering for concrete and the internet by about Sunday) but until then hope to have having have a wizard week (with lashings and lashings of ginger beer- of course)!
Oh and don’t forget to read the October book- the meeting is closer than you think…. xx
Exciting news has come my way. The collected members of New Writing North book groups have been invited- by non other than Radio 3!- to take part in their 