Other people’s holiday snaps are merely things which test your acting ability and your vocabulary as you search for synonyms for ‘lovely’, ‘nice’, ‘how interesting’ and so on. So the fact that I’ve already droned on about visiting the
and here I am extending it even further is a good reason for you to stop
reading now and leave a comment consisting of one or more of the synonyms.
If you’re still here, I’ll make it worse by telling you that one of the evenings was spent with my eyes full of tears because I was laughing so much. I won’t name those responsible but they know who they are and one of the topics that came up was the direction my writing career should take. They started to plan what my next novel (or, better, series of novels) should be. They had the title of the first and kept trying out various pen names of which the least offensive was Ophelia Groyne. The title itself came in for some close textual analysis when the original suggestion – Under the Scotsman’s Kilt – was refined to Under m’ Scotsman’s Kilt and then Under da Scotsman’s Kilt. You see what I mean? This was just a tiny fragment of what genuinely was a hilarious evening but on the screen, it just looks embarrassing.
|The Moon Gate|
So, let’s get back to the snaps. We were a couple of weeks too early to get the full pleasure of the Azalea/Rhododendron Garden near the URI campus but I’d really love to build a replica of its Moon Gate in my own garden.
|Guns and concrete|
On the other hand, while I was fascinated by the extraordinary column in
made of guns concreted together, I wouldn’t like to have too many reminders of
the proliferation of firearms around. But, on the other side of the road
there’s a great restaurant called Parkside, which had terrific food, a great
ambiance and cost far less than I’d have to pay in Aberdeen for rubbish.
My wife and I have come to an agreement about shopping. She won’t let me come with her – ever. Her reasoning is that she can’t look around, compare styles and prices and things without being aware of my glowering, resentful presence. My reasoning is that she’s absolutely right. I hate shopping (unless it’s a hardware store full of interesting things whose function isn’t clear but which I want as soon as I see them). But in the
USA, it’s different. I know we have
malls, but they have MALLS, and the one in the middle of Providence is the biggest I’ve ever seen.
It’s like being in a Star Trek set without the Klingons.
Finally, though, another visit, to a beautiful place in
Connecticut called Mystic
Seaport. It’s much more to my liking because, as its name suggests, it’s about
the sea and boats. It has a great collection of figureheads and I got talking
to three of the volunteers there who act as guides and general sources of
information and enthusiasm about the maritime history of New
England. I told them I was writing a sequel to The Figurehead and that I had a couple
of problems about the accommodation offered to passengers who were emigrating
from Scotland to the USA in the
1840s. I wanted to know how conditions in steerage could be improved and one of
them simply told me to visit the Charles
W Morgan, the last wooden whale ship, which was originally built in 1841,
the year in which my novel will be set, and is being restored and preserved at
Mystic. He told me to go aft to the officers’ quarters and look for some
particular features. I did and found not only what I was looking for, but
things that would be of special interest to the woodcarver in my book. Without
the guide’s directions, I would never have noticed them. That was just one of
the serendipities of the trip. As you can probably tell, I had a great time.
OK, you can stop pretending to be interested now.