Oct 27, 2009 by Nat
Bared fangs
First night at home in far too long! So, first of two posts about Bram Stoker Film Festival.This is an overall review of the festival.
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Oct 20, 2009 by Nat
Bedknobs and Beanstalks!
Oct 16, 2009 by Nat
Apologies
Sorry for the radio silence recently. Life has beeen ‘somewhat’ hectic. I still owe you multiple jam recipes, and a write-up of Jess Meats’s book launch. Bedknobs and Beanstalks is coming out next Tuesday! I have coverart to show you all, and share the other author’s blogs, because they’re awesome, but I won’t get a chance until Monday.
So what I have been doing? Mostly working. Since I got back from holiday things have gone a little insane, thanks to Christmas being less than 12 weeks away. In my infrequent spare time I’ve submitted Firebird to EM Lynley’s f/f fairy tale anthology (Rumpledsilksheets); I’ve been to see UP, which is the saddest Pixar film ever made, I swear; I’ve attended a good but disjointed burlesque show; and I’ve introduced more people to GhostWatch.
Later today I’m heading to Whitby for the Bram Stoker Film Festival, which is in equal parts an exciting and a terrifying prosect because I’ve only been to Whitby once, I don’t know anyone at the festival, and I’m going to be late thanks to the trains (which are taking me all the way up to Middlesbrough and then back down to Whitby, and only run four times a day). The Youth hostel is tucked behind the Abbey, with its hundreds of steps – the climbing of which will be far scarier than any of the films, I’m sure you’ll agree! Again, I’ll report when I get back!
Anyway, further radio silence until Monday evening, when I’ll tell you more about the anthology. And everything else!
Oct 1, 2009 by Nat
Scotland part 4: Oban
Mull has almost no crime. This is handy, since we had to be out of the Youth Hostel (haven’t mentioned this yet, but there was a waterfall in the bike shed! A genuine waterfall) by 10 and didn’t really want to head back to the mainland until the 5 or 7 o’clock ferry.
We were actually out of the hostel by 9, because we’d booked a whale watching trip. Chained the bikes outside the quay, left our bags in the Sealife Survey visitor centre (not because they’d get nicked, but because they’d get wet in the inevitable rain!) and proceded to sit on a boat for six hours.
Sep 30, 2009 by Nat
Scotland part 3: Mull
I love train travel; I don’t care about the trains, don’t get me wrong, but I love using them to get from a to b. Faster than a car, and you can read a book! What more can you ask from in a mode of trasnport? I get travel sick in cars and coaches, so even as a passenger I can’t do much more than stare out the window.
The train journey from Glasgow to Oban was one of the most beautiful I’ve ever taken. We had to be on the train for 8:10 am, not my favourite time to start travelling (considering we had to leave the hostel at 7:30 – this was a lie-in free holiday!), but once we were settled in the only thing I could have wished for was to be in the restaurant car of a stream train. It’s the kind of landscape best accompanied by a nice glass of wine and hot dinner. Mountains, waterfalls, lochs, the Atlantic, forests, moorland… It’s like someone took the Lake District and said “it’s nice, but don’t you think it could be a bit… bigger?”
