I hope you liked last week’s book review on The Stone Book Quartet. A couple of people have said they’re interested in reading it, and I’ve already lent my copy out, so that’s a good start. At the moment I’m reading SPQR by Mary Beard. It’s a history of ancient Rome, which potentially could be quite a stuffy subject, but Mary Beard makes it come alive. She’s one of the liveliest and most engaging historians we have, and I’ll be reviewing SPQR on this blog in a few weeks.
It’s nice to see the nights getting lighter. Photographers talk of the golden hours, that hour or so just around dawn and sunset, when the light’s perfect for taking pictures. I’m hoping to be able to get out and make the most of this summer to get a good stock of pictures for future photo essays. I’m not sure about the dawn bit though, getting out of bed early isn’t one of my accomplishments.
Earlier this week, for one of my future photo essays, I was out along the route of the railway that ran from Malton to Driffield. The line’s been closed for 60 years now, but the old tunnel entrances and some of the line’s buildings are still standing. I think it will make a good photo essay: nature taking over where the railway used to be. My maternal grandfather was a railway man and my dad started out his working life making steam engines, so I’ve got a family attachment to the railways, as well as a sentimental one.
I might have said this before, but I can’t help getting drawn back to the past. This Friday’s post, will be a glimpse back to the days of World War One. I’ve found some fascinating documents kept by my grandfather, Edward Fernley. They’re an interesting insight into the war, both for combatants and civilians. I’m lucky that these papers have survived, it’s not always the case. For example I know that my maternal grandfather, Wilfred Bradley, served in the navy, but unearthing his story will be a harder task. But it’s one that I’m determined to see through to the end.
I hope you enjoy this week’s post on on Friday, until then take care.