The solstice - and The Island House
By Posie Graeme-Evans - June 21, 2012
June 21st, Tasmania. A day of sharp, settled cold but I'm warm sitting here - cosy, writing, looking out across fields and hills to water and, in the distance, snow on the mountains.
And in America, in four days time, in the dazzle of your June, my new book The Island House comes out. Life feels schizophrenic, right now!
So this is our longest night, and your longest day. Going to the beach for you, for me stacking wood beside the stove in the kitchen and the fireplace in sitting room, keeping the fires going (cats in their baskets on the hearth, they don't move on cold days), remembering to lock the chooks away at night so the quolls don't get them. Quolls - little marsupial carnivores; very pretty, very deadly. They particularly like the freshest chicken possible. And I've got tickets to see Prometheus tonight. That means going to town (town is Hobart, 45 minutes away, all of 150,000 people. But a perfect, perfect small city). And going out to dinner too (where I live, there's only one restaurant open in our little village on Friday and Saturday nights.)
And, now I wait to see how the you'll like Freya Dane's story set on the island of Findnar in Scotland. And how she gets on with the Vikings in that place, though she lives now and they lived then. Hope you enjoy the twists and turns of the story, and that you have a lovely summer.
Warm best wishes from me to you.
Posie
And in America, in four days time, in the dazzle of your June, my new book The Island House comes out. Life feels schizophrenic, right now!
So this is our longest night, and your longest day. Going to the beach for you, for me stacking wood beside the stove in the kitchen and the fireplace in sitting room, keeping the fires going (cats in their baskets on the hearth, they don't move on cold days), remembering to lock the chooks away at night so the quolls don't get them. Quolls - little marsupial carnivores; very pretty, very deadly. They particularly like the freshest chicken possible. And I've got tickets to see Prometheus tonight. That means going to town (town is Hobart, 45 minutes away, all of 150,000 people. But a perfect, perfect small city). And going out to dinner too (where I live, there's only one restaurant open in our little village on Friday and Saturday nights.)
And, now I wait to see how the you'll like Freya Dane's story set on the island of Findnar in Scotland. And how she gets on with the Vikings in that place, though she lives now and they lived then. Hope you enjoy the twists and turns of the story, and that you have a lovely summer.
Warm best wishes from me to you.
Posie
