Lovely London

Self was supposed to go on an Old Parish Maps walk of Clerkenwall but she bailed because she wanted to take things slow today, after that loooong train journey from Cornwall yesterday.

She had an early breakfast, then set off walking. Soon, she found herself in front of the British Library, but instead of going in, she went next door, to St. Pancras/Renaissance Hotel, and inquired at reception if they could ring her son’s room.

He did not pick up, probably because he’s just arrived in London. She told the receptionist to let son know that his mother had stopped by. Then, she twirled and waltzed out without waiting for a response from the receptionist.

She wandered on Leigh Street and found North Sea Fish was closed. She walked down Marchmont Street and stopped at a cafĂ© for very yummy hot banana bread with yogurt. Topped that off with red bean gelato. Picked up a couple of flyers from LSE (London School of Economics, Dear Departed Sister’s alma mater), returned to Russell Square (one side of which was sprouting police cars, she wonders why) and resumed reading Northanger Abbey.

UGH, the horrible stress inflicted on poor Catherine Morland (so far, self’s favorite Jane Austen heroine — yes, a better heroine than Emma or Anne Elliot) by manipulative Thorpe sibs Isabella and John! In the latest situation, they have conveniently dismissed Miss Eleanor Tilney (sister of that elusive love interest Henry Tilney) without checking first with Catherine whether she intended to keep her appointment with Eleanor. Catherine, on learning of the Thorpes’s horrible presumptuousness, goes running full tilt after Eleanor (and why should she not? Henry Tilney is quite a fetching man! Self too would go running if someone told her that Timothy Olyphant or Nikolaj Coster-Waldau were just around the corner!).

p. 111:

Thorpe would have darted after her, but Morland withheld him. “Let her go, let her go, if she will go.”

“She is as obstinate as — “

Thorpe never finished the simile, for it could hardly have been a proper one.

lol

Morland refers to Catherine’s older brother, James. And a wonderful older brother he is, too. He’s in love with Isabella Thorpe, who’s a ninny. If not for that, he would be self’s third-favorite Jane Austen suitor, after Mr. Knightley and Henry Tilney. He most certainly is self’s favorite Jane Austen brother.

Stay tuned.

 

 

 

Throwback Friday: Raindrops, Paris (Photo-a-Week Challenge)

For only her second post participating in Nadia Merrill’s Photo-a-Week Challenge, she has to go back, waaaaay back, to 30 December 2017. She’d just spent one of the loneliest Christmases ever, in Paris. Lo and behold, when it was time for her to leave, she realized she’d come to feel comfortable in Paris (after spending two weeks holed up in a hotel just a few blocks from the Arc de Triomphe, where a very discreet hotel staff never asked her a single personal question, and only interfered with her routine once, when they insisted she go to the Louvre on Christmas Day — No lines, Madame!)

This week’s Photo-a-Week Challenge is RAINDROPS.

She thinks that’s what’s going on in these pictures. Or mebbe she was just too tired and it was too early in the morning and her hand was shaking. She was in a cab headed to the airport, where she was going to fly, first, to London, and then to the Philippines.

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Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

 

Reading Jane in Fowey

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Up one flight of stairs in Fowey Hall there is a telescope. Self tried looking through the it but couldn’t see anything. Ah well.

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What synchronicity, though, with the cover of Persuasion (She bought her copy from the London Review Bookshop, a few weeks ago)

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Walking the Cobb! Still Lyme Regis, Obvs

Persuasion, pp. 106 – 107:

There was too much wind to make the high part of the new Cobb pleasant for the ladies, and they agreed to get down the steps to the lower, and all were contented to pass quietly and carefully down the steep flight, excepting Louisa; she must be jumped down them by Captain Wentworth. In all their walks, he had had to jump her from the stiles; the sensation was delightful to her. The hardness of the pavement for her feet, made him less willing upon the present occasion; he did it, however; she was safely down, and instantly, to shew her enjoyment, ran up the steps to be jumped down again.

Oh the impetuousness! Self really really wishes she hadn’t seen the movie of Persuasion first, because Ciaran Hinds is all she can see in the scenes with Captain Wentworth. Hinds (to her mind) is simply too stiff. She can never imagine him as young Captain Wentworth, she just can’t see it.

She is, however, greatly enjoying the setting: the town of Lyme Regis in Dorset.

Stay tuned.

Fowey Festival of Arts and Literature, Day 3

Self took a walk to Bookends of Fowey, 4 South Street. And such a dear little bookshop it is. So many books, of so much variety, all found in one little corner of Fowey!

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4 South Street, Fowey: Bookends

Self never forgets, not for one moment, that she is here because of Daphne du Maurier:

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She’s made up her mind to buy one of the below. Not more than one because she is still traveling and it is a bear to tote books on/off buses and trains!

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In keeping with the spirit of du Maurier, she thinks her one precious book purchase should be a novel. A novel by a woman.

On her Festival Survey Form, she only made one comment: Points for including such a variety of women authors. Keep it that way!

Stay tuned.

Jane Austen Sentence of the Day!

Persuasion, p. 105:

  • Their conversation, the preceding evening, did not disincline him to seek her again.

Wowoweeee, things certainly looking up for Anne Elliott! Her every word and every gesture being registered by not only disingenuous Captain Frederick Wentworth, but every member of the walking party in Lyme Regis!

Stay tuned.

 

Today Self Discovered

The harbor of Fowey:

WOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!

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And, just in case you didn’t get the point, there is a giant model of a sailboat on the first floor landing of the hotel and, at one end of the first floor corridor, a telescope pointed towards the sea.

Stay tuned.

PERSUASION, pp. 94 – 95: Lyme Regis

After securing accommodations, and ordering a dinner at one of the inns, the next thing to be done was unquestionably to walk directly down to the sea. They were come too late in the year for any amusement or variety which Lyme, as a public place, might offer, the rooms were shut up, the lodgers almost all gone, scarcely any family but of the residents left — and, as there is nothing to admire but the buildings themselves, the remarkable situation of the town, the principal street almost hurrying into the water, the walk up to the Cobb, skirting round the pleasant little bay, which in the season is animated with bathing machines and company, the Cobb itself, its old wonders and new improvements, with the very beautiful line of cliffs stretching out to east of the town, are what the stranger’s eye will seek; and a very strange stranger it must be, who does not see charms in the immediate environs of Lyme, to make him wish to know it better.

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Fowey Quay (standing in for Lyme here, sorry!)

Good Morning to Fowey Only

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Three of a Kind: Photo-A-Week Challenge

Self has an enduring love of windows, which is why she is constantly taking pictures of them.

This week, she joins A Photo A Week Challenge. This week’s prompt: THREE OF A KIND (three photos of the same subject)

Below, three views, same window in the Main House, Tyrone Guthrie Centre at Annaghmakerrig:

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Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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