I know that I should get out more but actually I quite like
it here with my old photos, notebooks and the internet. During the hot summer,
I took a book to the beach, or rather I cowered in the shade of the beach
house. It was Virginia Woolf’s “To the Lighthouse”. Apparently, it was based on
Godrevy lighthouse which faces St Ives and which we know well [from a distance],
though in the story it had been transplanted several hundred miles away to the
west coast of Scotland.
In her self-absorbed and rather tedious, supposed classic
novel, she describes one of her characters, Mr Tansley, a family guest to the
house where most of the “action” [yawn] takes place, “If only he could be alone
in his room working, he thought, amongst his books. That was where he felt at
ease”. Chris says that she could easily have written that bit, herself. She has
a point.
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