Cafe in Auckland Castle Library |
Yesterday I wended my way through the tents and displays being put up in preparation for today’s Food Festival at the Bishop’s Castle. I was on my way to try out the new café in the Bishop's Library.
Then, in the castle doorway I
meet this woman with green eyes whom I don’t know. She’s wearing a sage green
jacket and has green eyes. She smiles. ‘Hello, how are you?’
I smile
back. ‘Very well thank you.’
‘You look
better than the last time I saw you.’
‘It’s the
make-up,’ I say. I can’t remember meeting her before.
‘I’ve read
your books. I’m just reading one of them. Enjoying it.’
I smile.
‘It’s the
one about your life.’ She frowns. ‘Can’t just bring the title to mind. It’s
about you and your childhood and your family.’
I smile
again. ‘You mean The Romancer?’
‘Yes that’s
it.’ She pauses. ‘You must have an amazing memory, right back when you were little.
Photographic. You can just see it all. The people. The places.’
‘A good
memory’s very useful for a writer. I remember what they said too. Word for
I met her here. |
‘Really?’ Her
green eyes widen. ‘Me, I can remember things from when I was two years old.
People don’t believe me you know, but I can.’
She pauses
again. To be honest, I want to get away. But then, really, I don’t want to get away.
Then she
goes on. ‘My father was one of twenty two children, you know. His father had
eleven children to his first wife and eleven children to his second. And do you
know, every one of them survived, all on a pitman’s wages!’ She pauses. Her
timing is very good. ‘I knew his mother, my grandmother. From when I was very
little I used to listen to her for hours as she told the tale.’
‘They all
survived?’ I say.
‘Yes. My
Grandma says their diet was all lentils, vegetables and porridge,’
‘Nowadays
that would be seen as a healthy diet.’
She nods. ‘I
suppose it would.’
‘I bet they
had an allotment.’
She nods. ‘Yes
they had long gardens down there.’
Then she told me a secret from
her life which is private and has no part in this more tellable tale. Then she gave
me her address to I could send her a signed copy of one of my books and we went
our separate ways,
Afterwards I spent an hour scribbling in the library cafe, drinking coffee and spooning soup.
And then, as I came through the Castle gateway,I passed under a tree in full bloom just like Auckland Castle itself.
Sometimes it’s hard being a writer but sometimes it’s truly wonderful.
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