A weekend of giving Aunt Milly some love and attention is enhanced by sunshine. I have a pile of books to keep me occupied and a view to distract me.
I popped into the Royal William Yard to buy some bakery provisions at The Ocean Studios. A home made Pork Pie somehow slipped into my shopping bag. Cue a bit of bakery porn, posing in the old clome oven, giving me the chance to use the term ‘Crumbshot’ which I have stolen from memoirsofabaker.
My reading for this weekend if the sunshine and the views don’t distract me is:-
How To Write About Contemporary Art by Gilda Williams.
Recommended by my art writers group. So far I’ve only dipped but it seems like an easier read than I had imagined.
Long Live Great Bardfield: The Autobiography of Tirzah Garwood.
Edited by Anne Ullman. My entire gene pool comes from the Bardfield area and I know very little about the village. Coupled with the narrative of a female artist, this will suit me very well.
Cant Stand Up For Sitting Down by Jo Brand.
A friend gave me this after I took a shockingly bad selection of books on my holiday. She thought this would chear me up literarywise. She was right. Living near Jo in South London, being grey haired and inclined towards curviness, I am often asked if I am her sister by shopkeepers. I think she would make a fabulous sister but the answer really is NO but if you insist I will sign your till receipt.
The Saturday Guardian,.
Regardless of the general opinion of our newspapers the arts stuff is well written and I enjoy reading it over the weekend.
A style magazine that offers interior design that can be modified for normal living.
Cornwall Today: July. The Poldark Edition.
Colin and Diana had a copy of this ,when we met them at The Sorting Office Coffee Shop at St Agnes, yesterday. I’m more of a Winston Graham Poldark fan than a BBC fan . I read all the books in my early teens, I’m intrigued to see how Poldark is reimagined within real Cornwall.
Evening Standard Magazine: 07.07.17 London United Edition.
My love affair with London never fades, I voraciously read other people’s stories about their feelings for our capital city.