Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been categorized as “Writing memory”
Leaping on and off the page and back on again. Charting the journey of ‘Redhair and Daffodil Friend’ from a devised starting point to a children’s chapter book. I have an uncanny feeling I have come full circle, beginning all over again. Selling a children’s book direct through word of mouth, through my website and via a workshop programme reminds …
In the Steps of the Ancestors Joseph Waterfield (1858-1933) Margaret Prichard (1849-1890) Last month I checked into a quarryman (and woman’s) cottage in Trefor, Gwynedd on the Llŷn Peninsula where three generations of my family lived and worked at the foot of three mountains known as …
It’s Daffodil Time Last year Winter brought stillness, nothingness, sleeping, quiet reflection and ancestors who visited both invited and uninvited. Despite this year’s daffodils, crocuses and early tulips, Spring has dragged its feet. We’ve been up to our eyes in rain, rain and yet more rain. But it seems to have stopped and now it is spring; well and truly …
A Relatively Short Sojourn in Egypt My unexpected invitation from Mazen El Gharabawy, president of the Sharm El Sheikh International Festival for Youth (SITFY) to represent the UK on the Jury for the Ensemble Production proved to be an enlightening, inspiring and transformational experience for me. Like most people, I was feeling the heavy load of my impotence regarding the …
I have been working for almost a year with The Project Group in Charmouth, Dorset under the guidance of Sandra Reeve. I will be sharing some of this new work through Pink Granite this coming weekend. It will mark the development of my new book Pink Granite. Please see the extract from Sandra Reeve’s invitation below with links to the work. There is …
Beginning Again It’s that time of year, The new beginning. It comes every year full of expectation, New leaf turning over with distant chorusing of poor old Michael Finnegan from There was an old man called … fame. And on the first day of the beginning of the third year of mum’s passing… I am reminded of the remembering compilation …