Sometimes something or someone catches your eye, sometimes you overhear a few words, a snatch of music, a peculiar sound, or a particular scent or aroma drifts past you on the breeze, and suddenly Boom! you have something you know you’re going to write about! it might be just a little something, a little scene, a small incident, bu it will be there… or maybe as sometimes happens a very small thing becomes a major part of what you are writing, like a tiny spark causing a huge forest fire, but not as disastrously I hope!
This afternoon we were in Nunney at the summer fair which takes over this small village in Somerset; I was wandering around as my husband got ready to play with his band, performing on the sward between the castle and the moat. I stood on the bridge over Nunney Brook and looked at the reflections in the water; the name Nunney, as with most English place names ending in ‘ey’, ‘ee’, ‘ea’ and ‘ae’ which refers to an isle, islet or island, originally meant Nunna’s island.
I looked more closely…
Later I remembered that in one of Ann Cleeve’s books, there are flowers on water in a particular scene, although I think it was a sea pool not a river. When I write about this image, it will be very different!
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