A book in a day,
it's been a while since that happened. It was only a wee novella , but it kept
me gripped through my cycle in the morning and then finished off in the evening
while Helen was out at dance class. A ghost story set on Spitzbergen, and written
as a journal, so had the immediacy and shared paranoia of Dracula, with the
villain of the piece barely appearing, but lurking as a presence.
Freddie is getting
more and more confident with his cycling, we go out exploring at night at the
weekends now, and our journey back from Gemma's is getting more and more
convoluted. Each route or part of the journey has a name: 'St Andrew's Passage'
if we go through the council offices, 'The Magic Raindrops' if we go along
Victoria Way (there's a sprinkler permanently turned on causing a tiny burst of
rain for a second or two), 'the York Road Hideout' if we go through the new
development between The Sovereigns and the railway and 'Morrisons Madness' if
we go past Morrisons and over the canal on the footbridge. . .
If I take him to
school in the morning, we race between the bridges - Bedser Bridge, the 'BAC'
Bridge (after some graffito on it), the Tall Bridge and finally the Barn Bridge
(The Bridge Barn Bridge?) . It's the best part of the day.
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