I've been a bit quiet on the blogging front recently. In March, I was kept busy with helping to run
various training courses in Birmingham, Worcester and York. In Birmingham, I spent half a day at The Beeches
in Bournville - a lovely venue built by the Cadbury family in the early 1900s, only
half a mile from Cadbury World. In Worcester, I spent a day at The Fownes Hotel
(a converted Victorian glove factory) and, between these courses in Birmingham
and Worcester, I was sequestered for a week at the former Victorian mansion
that is now the Burn Hall Hotel near the village of Huby, ten miles outside
York. The staff at the Burn Hall Hotel
were amazingly helpful (especially the ever-resourceful and cheerful Operations
Manager, Leo.)
I was helping with a training course for the Tees, Esk and
Wea Valleys NHS Foundation Trust who claim to cover a catchment area the size
of Holland. Their patch seemed, to me,
to equate roughly with the old Anglo-Saxon kingdom of Northumbria. Taking an
evening walk to the village pub, with deer in the fields and kestrels flying overhead, it was
easy to imagine I had travelled back in time to Anglo-Saxon Northumbria, and I
was quite prepared for a skirmish with a few Vikings on my way to the nearest
pub. Fortunately, all I had to do was
dodge the passing traffic and get out of the way of a few lumbering tractors before
taking sanctuary at The Mended Drum (apparently a reference to a hostelry in Terry Pratchett's Discworld.)
The owner of The Mended Drum has impeccable taste in music
(1970s singer-songwriters) and a great choice of real ale. Me being a fan of beer
and Procol Harum, I tried a pint or two of something called Whiter Shade of
Pale which, thankfully, didn't cause
me to skip the light fandango or to turn cartwheels cross the floor ... but it was
very nice!
We only made it into York city centre once. My favourite Mexican restaurant in York -
Fiesta Latina - was still closed due to the recent floods, but we had a lovely
vegetarian meal at a very hospitable place called the Go Down Restaurant (also
in Clifford Street).
Returning home after all this training and travelling - a
veritable passenger in time - I was pleased to find Wight Diamond Press had
sent me a couple of books to review (including Felicity Fair Thompson's latest
novel Hold Tight.) And then yesterday I received the latest
issue of Songlines magazine (including a couple of CD
reviews by yours truly) and a copy of The
Persephone Biannually, including - in the section Our Bloggers Write - a snippet from this very blog's review of RC
Sherriff's Greengates. All of which makes me feel Passengers in Time is really connecting
with the world of music and books ... as indeed it should.
