Since blogger seems to have fixed its picture facility I am going to try to post the rest of my Clovelly pictures.
As you saw from the pictures last time, a fisherman's life is dangerous and hard work. But perhaps this view, taken from upstairs would help ease the pain.
Clovelly has always been a tourist spot, and here you can see our Victorian visitors waiting to leave by paddle steamer. Do you see how much this picture resembles my pictures in the earlier blogs? It gives me the shivers a bit.
A famous inhabitant of Clovelly was Charles Kingsley. A writer who was born in South Devon in 1819. So not quite a product of the Regency, but born during the period. He lived at Clovelly with his family (he had five siblings), when his father was the Rector from 1832 to 1836.
Kingsley returned time and time again to Clovelly, as place he called "the dear old Paradise" and his "inspiration" before he met his wife. The following pictures may account for that letter. I leave it up to you to decide.
Until next time, happy rambles
Monday, August 15, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
RomCon 2011 and more
If you are wondering what I have been up to. ie why I have been missing from here for a while, these are my excuses. I had two stories to finish in the month of July. A Christmas Undone. Yep Christmas in July. I had to turn up the air conditioning to get in the mood.
I also had to hand in the follow up story to Captured for the Captain's Pleasure (Harlequin Historical)
Anyway, the follow up book is about Alice's best friend Selena and is set in Scotland.
Last weekend I attended Rom Con 2011 in Denver Colorado. This is a conference for readers and I was honoured to meet so many readers of romance, to spend time with them, and have fun playing some hilarious games and talking about, you guessed it. Books!

I really enjoyed the fashion show put on by Deanne Gist with a variety of authors modelling the costumes from the Victorian era. Here you can see me in my outfit a la Scarlett O'Hara. Lots of Fun
And here is myself and Mary Sullivan with reader Marelou, who so kindly sent me these pictures.
And for the final piece de resistance (the words in italics are to be read with a French accent, tho' the spelling might be off they will sound correct).
This is me at the build a hero workshop and contest. Our group cheated as you can see. Words failed us, so we brought in the real thing! Now our group/table did win the prize, but that was because everyone was tied so we did a lucky dip. Our luck was in, in more ways than one.
That is all from me this evening. The pictures seem to be going better so I will get back to posting the last bits about Devon, before we move on to a new locale.
Until next time -- Happy Rambles
Monday, July 18, 2011
Have your say!
Every now and then I am asked to help a student studying some aspect of the romance genre. This time is a little different. Here is your chance to have input to a survey of romance readers on a variety of topics.
Help a student learn more about our genre and complete the survey. Here is the link: https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/65TCL33
I'll be blogging again later in the week trying to finish off my trip to Clovelly, if blogger will cooperate on the uploading of the pictures, that is.
Help a student learn more about our genre and complete the survey. Here is the link: https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/65TCL33
I'll be blogging again later in the week trying to finish off my trip to Clovelly, if blogger will cooperate on the uploading of the pictures, that is.
Monday, July 11, 2011
More Old Devon
The villagers used what they had to hand to build their houses. Stones from the beach, earth from their excavations, lime from the kiln after it was build in the 17th century. They created what are called cob and stone walls. The stones formed the foundations for the wall and the cob was a mixture of mud and straw and small stones formed into bricks.
Here is a picture of an exposed cob and stone wall. Plastering, the covering over the cob and stone was mud and hay and lime putty. Later more lime was added to the plastering mix.
This is the kitchen taken from two directions.
I love the way one cupboard is tucked into the corner and another let into the wall. You have the feeling that not an inch of space is wasted.
It was interesting to learn that they melted down fishbones to make a very good adhesive.
This is what we would call the master bed room.
And according to the information provided, boys who worked on the farmland might occupy the attic. Or my guess is that it would also serve as an overflow for older children.
And below we have the tools of the owner's trade.
I have many more pictures of Clovelly to share, but once more Blogger has exhausted my patience with waiting for photos to upload, so until next time, Happy Rambles.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Old Devon Continued
Hah, did no one notice my silly mistake?
Another question. Are you ready for the big climb?
I'm diggin' the mac, by the way. I look a bit like an escapee from a detective show. This is only one of the many hills to climb in Clovelly. And maybe I'm looking for a lost boat. They do turn up in the oddest places.
<<-----Look up
Look down--->>
Look out!
No, I mean look out at the view!
How about seeing that from your window every morning. I can imagine how wild and bleak it is during a storm or during the winter. I will post a few more pictures for those of you who like this sort of stuff, without comment, since there really isn't much to add, then next time talk a little more about life in the village.
So blogger being blogger and time being time, I have stopped trying to move them and you have them in one long row. Hope you enjoyed. We have more to learn about the village, but this is all about how pretty it is.
I'm diggin' the mac, by the way. I look a bit like an escapee from a detective show. This is only one of the many hills to climb in Clovelly. And maybe I'm looking for a lost boat. They do turn up in the oddest places.
Look down--->>
Look out!
No, I mean look out at the view!
How about seeing that from your window every morning. I can imagine how wild and bleak it is during a storm or during the winter. I will post a few more pictures for those of you who like this sort of stuff, without comment, since there really isn't much to add, then next time talk a little more about life in the village.
So blogger being blogger and time being time, I have stopped trying to move them and you have them in one long row. Hope you enjoyed. We have more to learn about the village, but this is all about how pretty it is.
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