It was an interesting, gentle and happy story set in the years just after WWII. The story of a young lad from the Durham coalfields avoiding going down the mines like his Dad by walking through the countryside and of Dulcie a much older lady, living alone and avoiding the memories of something that happened eight years earlier.
When I got to the end I decided it was one worth recommending as I'd really enjoyed it ..............except for the little bits that made me frown.
There were some things that just jarred or am I being too picky?
For instance ............
Would a 16 year old from a Durham coal mining family have a sleeping bag in 1948?
The Rare Breeds Survival Trust didn't start until 1973, and back in 1948 no one would have mentioned "rare breed sheep", they would have just been sheep.
Would there really have been "long abandoned caravans" for him to sleep in during his travels in the countryside of 1948?
He took with him paper and a pen. As far as I know - and I'm willing to be told I'm wrong - the only pens then would have needed ink too, it's too early for ball-point pens. Surely it's more likely he would have carried a pencil?
That's just the few I remember.
Yes I'm probably being too picky............... I'll make allowances and recommend it.
I know the weather in Cardiff yesterday was sunny because I saw some of the heroes running the half-marathon on TV but here in Suffolk - Oh My Goodness it was WET. ALL. DAY. We don't often have rain that lasts so long. It was horrible. No biking and no walking and saw no one. I spent some time transferring stuff from the blog and diary onto Word for a Penny Pincher Letter, although our group of letter writers - which started in 2000 - has ground to a halt I'm still doing a letter and printing out as a paper diary to keep for posterity - just for myself and history!
It was so gloomy I had lights and TV on nearly all day just to cheer things, and watched Rugby, Athletics - last day sadly, Songs of Praise, Strictly and the 2nd part of the new BBC drama -World on Fire, among other things.
Moving the bird feeder to right by the front window was a brainwave that I should have thought of earlier. It started off pushed in the ground but kept leaning so I moved the cast-iron parasol base round and wedged the feeder in with a bit of wood so keep it tight. During the wet/windy Sunday the visitors to it were non-stop and fun to watch much closer than before and it got even busier once I ventured out to fill everything up.