by admin2021 | Oct 26, 2021 | Books
A winter gale batters the terrace of houses below Greywood Forest. At first light, Barbara Trent sees rusty sheets of corrugated iron embedded in her lawn. She knows where they’ve come from — Ploughboy’s Pit, the old well that’s been filled up with rubbish over the...
by nikkicopleston | Jul 25, 2014 | Books, Reading, Writing
Mighty oaks from tiny acorns grow – as the saying goes. There’s a lot of truth in that old proverb. I used to write on my own, no interference, no feedback, no ‘critical friend’ to take me aside and give me a few tips. In hope and expectation,...
by nikkicopleston | May 9, 2014 | Books, Writing
I’ve collected books since my schooldays – there was a splendid old bookshop in Salisbury called Beech’s, where Prezzo is now. One day, many years ago, John came home with a hard-backed journal he’d bought in a second-hand bookshop near his...
by nikkicopleston | Apr 19, 2014 | Art, Books, Reading, Writing
Jennie and I have been friends since we were eleven year olds in navy blue gymslips, white blouses and bottle-green ties. Like most friends, we fell out, made up, drifted apart…but we always stayed in touch the old-fashioned way, writing to each other from time...