It’s been great fun seeing the letter meme travel around the blogosphere – I haven’t had time to interact with anybody’s list, but I will do so when I can.
I spent this weekend in the Lake District, going to my dear friend Epsie’s wedding (Epsie is the nickname I use, rather than an unusal name… and she calls me Bill). I managed not to take any photos of the wedding day (oops) but did take some of the Youth Hostel I was staying in, in Hawskhead. It had pretty stunning views.
It was also – albeit very briefly – the residence of Francis Brett Young. It’s not the first time I’ve stayed in this hostel, or the first time I’ve noticed this plaque, but I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned him here. He’s one of those authors I see a lot in secondhand bookshops (particularly while hunting out E.H. Young) but have never read. Has anybody read anything by him?
I read 3.5 books over the weekend, with long train journeys, but in the hostel grounds I was reading a (probably, for this spate, final) Agatha – as I have it out of the library: Sparkling Cyanide (1945). An enjoyable premise, a slightly far-fetched conclusion, some interesting characters… not her finest, not her worst.