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A salutary lesson…..Never rush a blog post or a comment!

I was checking the statistics of my blog posts just now and was surprised to see that the post:

‘Legends and Folktales ~The Lighthouse Keeper’s Daughter’ came near the top, alongside ‘Can you Snuggle in Bed with a Kindle’ and ‘I feel somebody has pressed the pause button on my life.’ Strange I thought.

Are school children in the country doing projects on lighthouses?

Is the school on Alderney researching it’s own folklore?

You see, it is not just in at a particular moment in time but the same post pops up as having been read fairly regularly. This prompted me to return to read the post which, incidentally,  I wrote back in April 2011.

The post said nothing remarkable. It is a story I know well but it never seems to lose its charm, of a lighthouse keeper’s daughter who was born on les Casquets, a rock just off the coast of the island of Alderney. It goes on to talk about population trends and gives a link to an article about the benefits of moving to Alderney. Maybe that’s the reason why there is an unusually high number of readers, those who are looking for a simpler life, away from the rat race, on a beautiful island within fairly easy reach of the UK. (If only I could) Ah, it began to make sense.

Then I checked through the article and that seemed to be fine but

Ouch! Then I checked the comments.

One of the last light house keeper’s on les Casquets had taken the trouble to let me know that the name of the young girl was Rosebud, an unusual name since she lived on a rock, with no roses in sight. Unfortunately I must have been in a hurry when I wrote the reply because, I’m ashamed to say, that there were no less than two mistakes in my short but polite reply. Oh dear.

It was a salutary lesson and I’m sure my blush sent waves back through my newly acquired Wi Fi. As writer’s we compose blog posts, sometimes when our mind is on other things, but we need to remember:

Our blog is like a showcase to the world

Many posts may be read and thought little of

A few of our posts will have an impact but

Grammatical or punctuation mistakes will certainly be remembered and come back and haunt us.

Will anyone else admit to making mistakes which embarrass them?

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She’s was a bit of a handful ~ The strength of female characterisation

My initial inspiration for The Riduna series was my Great grandmother, born on the island of Alderney in 1865.

‘Apparently she was a bit of a handful and they shipped her off to live with her aunt on Guernsey when she was fifteen,’ my Dad explained one day, in one of his lucid moments. He is sharing more about family and memories now, but I heard little when I was younger.

‘No it’s not Harriet, it’s Harriet Jane,’ my Aunt once corrected me, and since my Aunt was not evacuated out of Southampton during the war, she knew this formidable lady more than most. My Dad was sent off to Bournemouth for August  and enjoyed a summer by the sea, while Southampton remained under the cloud of WW2 and my Great Grandmother lived with my Grandparents at the time, her husband having returned to Guernsey before WW2.

I digress.

(I have to stress here that I am talking fact here rather than fiction. My novels are fiction. Although there are links with ‘Harriet Jane,’ they do not tell her story, neither chronologically nor physically, but I am known to confuse the two from time to time when speaking, even taking on the persona of Harriet myself. Is that unusual in an author?)

In my series Harriet is the protagonist and in Riduna she is the central figure from whom all her family, friends and acquaintances are linked. Initially a young girl of just sixteen years, although we see flashbacks to her birth, she experiences all the emotions of that of a young girl today, only under quite archaic constrictions. Everyone knew everyone else’s business on a small island like Alderney, and probably still do. In fact it is her best friend Jane, whose story runs alongside Harriet’s, who eventually becomes a nurse. We see her again in Ancasta ~ Guide me Swiftly Home, starting work at The Royal Victoria Hospital, described in my last post ‘Spike Island.’

The conflicts of womanhood, which I described in my previous but one post on Feminine Issues, were also apparent in Riduna, as choices were made between career and love. It was rare for a woman to have both. Jane, Harriet’s best friend and confidante in the novel, made her choice at the end of Riduna, but you see in Ancasta that the decision is still challenged from time to time.

Although there were business women in the Victorian age, they tended to be those of independent means, often widows who had the strength of character to make their own decisions or needed to continue the family firm in order to survive. Many excellent posts describe the role of Victorian women succinctly including:

BBC History ~ Women’s Work

As Harriet moves on from ‘Riduna’ to ‘Ancasta’ she is now in her mid 40’s, but she is still a woman who feels the emotions of love and passion, but they are tempered by the maturity of bringing up her family and her recent bereavement. She is the matriarch of the family and yet again every thread leads back to Harriet as we read about the lives of her close family and friends and the parts they play in the war. (The Great War)

Harriet needs to make those very decisions as to how to survive, described in the BBC article. What are her choices? To take in sewing work from one of the local manor houses, which she has loathed all her life, or is there some other way? It is her daughter Sarah, even more headstrong than Harriet, who helps her to decide. Fate plays it’s part too as she is asked by her son whether she could take in paying guests and the idea of a guest house is born.

In Ancasta it is Sarah who takes on the role of pushing the boundaries of womanhood further still. Whereas 19th century born Harriet’s evolution from taking care of the home and family to business woman was thrust upon her by circumstances, we see 20th century born Sarah forever challenging her given role. In all probability Sarah was loved and spoilt as the youngest child and only daughter of the Newton’s, although we are not told this is story, and she was almost certainly more of a handful than Harriet in her youth, since she had far more freedom. I don’t think Sarah’s husband Anthony, recently trained to be an officer in the army, knew what he was letting himself in for as they stepped down the aisle at the end of Riduna.

Throughout Ancasta Sarah is aware of the power shift, the changing roles of women in England and her conflict is whether to be involved with this new movement at the expense of the quality of her family life. Will she regret it if she does? Will it break her or will it make her stronger?

Maybe I will write the story of Sarah’s childhood and post it as a story for free. Let me know if you would like me to.

All of this developed naturally as the manuscripts evolved. I did not plan in minute detail to reflect women in society in this way but I’m glad it happened.

What women in history do you admire?

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Gone Fishing on Alderney!

This blog will talk about my

first fishing lesson on Alderney

Fishing in the name of research

WW1 on the island of Alderney

The Alderney Fishing Festival

 

Continuing my series of blogs to thank various places and people who not only helped me with my research but made the experience so pleasurable, I return to the beautiful island of Alderney. You see, I wanted my chapters ion Alderney in my novel Ancasta, about life on the island during WW1 to be as authentic as possible.

Alongside reading about the effect on the island of a whole generation of young men going to war and being in such close proximity to the French coast I soon realised that an important aspect of the islanders’ bid for survival would have been fishing. The everyday islanders would have thought twice before venturing off the coast of France in fishing boats because of possible submarines, but would certainly have fished off the rocks and the breakwater, in fact there is fishing tackle from that era in the Alderney museum and photos of men standing in line on the breakwater fishing for mackerel. One of them had this massive rod and as they caught a fish they’d flip it up to their brother or son who was standing waiting on the next level platform.

I knew nothing about fishing myself, but I was pleased to be in touch with a man on twitter whose family has lived on Alderney since the nineteenth century. First tweets about fishing shot backwards and forwards between us and then DM’s (direct messages to those who are not familiar with Twitter!) In the end the maximum 40 characters defeated us and we exchanged emails and have since become good friends. Vic certainly gave me a flavour of the favourite places his grandfather and father took him fishing, what they caught and the different methods they used. He explained spring tides and neaps until I think I understood, and gave colourful accounts of his fishing exploits and fond memories of his childhood on Alderney.

How do you describe someone fishing when you know nothing about it?

What were the sights, smells and sounds associated?

How did it feel to scramble out to and stand precarious on a rock for a couple of hours, while the sea swirled below?

Many questions filled my mind and needed to be resolved before I attempted the chapter.

I was planning my next trip to the island that October and so I got in touch with Mark who owns the fishing tackle, outdoor sports shop at the top of Victoria Street and and gives fishing lessons. I explained my quest to him and asked whether he would mind taking out a novice such a myself. He was delighted to do so!

On the day of the lesson we met Mark down by Crabby Bay, shared the tackle between us before scrambling out to the rocks beside Fort Doyle. With the Swinge restlessly swirling around the island of Burou to our left and Fort  Doyle to our right I watched Mark as he prepared the rod, line and bait. We discussed the sort of bait my character might use and that they would probably have used feathers in those days, all the time I was alert to vocabulary which described the action, scene and senses. I jotted down notes, but most of all I captured the ambiance of the experience to aid my memory.

As we waited patiently for a bite I noted my thoughts, the panoramic scene around us, the changing nature of the sea and sky, Mark’s actions, his stance, the feelings of anticipation and yet timelessness. It was quite an experience. I asked the occasional question as they came to mind and gradually I was lulled into a sense of peace in the moment.

The excitement of our first bite brought me out of my reverie and I was thrilled when mark landed our first mullet, handling it with almost reverence as he explained how quickly the glistening colours fade when the fish dies. I was quite in awe of the experience. More in tune with the cycle of life and enjoying the opportunity to paint the sea scape in words I settled back on my rock but did not have long to wait before we landed our second mullet of the day, then nearly lost it. Slippery things fish!

On our next visit to the island it happened to coincide with Alderney’s annual fishing festival, a time when men compete to find the best outcrop of rocks, the vantage point where they might catch the biggest fish of the week. Trophies are fought over (metaphorically) and in the evenings groups of men sit in the various cosy and welcoming hostelries, including The Divers Arms, discussing their successes and the giants who got away.

This year it is the week commencing 13th October, so if you love to fish, I cannot think of a better place to do it than the beautiful island of Alderney. If you do, say hello to Mark. I’m sure you’ll meet him as the week progresses.

The Alderney Fishing Festival 2012

 

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