As autumn and winter approaches, the chill is without doubt creeping in to the riverside air. As I walk along the quayside here in Wivenhoe, I can hear the gentle jingle-jangle of things to do with boats clanging in the breeze.
When I get my boat, I will sleep on it all night at the first opportunity, so that I can experience waking up at the crack of dawn, boiling a kettle on an old camping stove, and making a brew of tea, as the low sun rises on the horizon, reflecting its rays onto the bow. I won't use tea bags. No, sirree! Only a tea pot and proper tea leaves will do on my boat. I will of course need a strainer.
I've heard that tea leaves are rather good for pot plants. Can anyone confirm? Earl Grey or English Breakfast? Twinings or PG? So many questions. So much to learn.
FOLLOW ME FROM START TO FINISH TO SEE HOW A NOVEL IS BORN - FROM ITS INCEPTION THROUGH ITS DEVELOPMENT AND EVENTUALLY TO ITS PUBLICATION. Watch the inspiration, publishing, marketing, and of course my writers' block that threatened to halt me mid-chapter. And while you're here, don't forget to check out my toys, old and new - including the BOAT that was once adorned with POTPLANTS while it became a pirate radio station, as well as having a GORILLA on board. All perfectly normal for WIVENHOE.
Some pages that have appeared elsewhere
Monday, 12 October 2009
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