May Day

It’s May Day! One of my favourite days of the year, not because anything special happens, but becauseChXFIV-WUAA1TAM it brings the promise of warmer days and sun and ice creams and bright clothes and people just being happier, and I’m 100 per cent all for that. I always wear a sprig of may blossom on May Day just to remind me that all those good things are going to come if we just hang on in there. I cut this one this morning from the may tree in our garden.


L1200862But not all things in my garden are doing so well, and this poor looking buddy is a source of woe and worry. It’s a lemon tree and my past self planted him thirty six years ago as a pip. He’s followed me all over the country through all different stages of my life and though he has had some rough times, he’s never looked as poorly as this before. I’m hoping that a lot of looking after this summer will pull him through.


The Wrong Train is heading along it’s last dash to the shops – the advance copy will be printed thisIMG_9467 month and things like writing the blurb for the back cover and last design calls are being made. Dave Shelton (A Boy and a Bear in a Boat) is drawing some chapter illustrations, and I’m really looking forward to seeing them. He’s designed the cover too, but I can’t show that yet. Publishers like keeping some things back. One of the things that needed to be done was to get a photo of me for the back cover. L1200845Now I’m not a big fan of my own face in photos, and I do tend to muck about. This is one of the pictures that the publishers thought didn’t quite strike the right note. This is my daughter Bea with me. Bea is brilliant fun to be round. She wears the most sparkly shoes. She works weekends in a local art gallery which is a bit serious about the art it sells and has at the moment in it’s window a bronze sculpture of a chimpanzee. Yesterday I stood looking at that chimp and couldn’t help thinking that what that chimp needed, in fact what that chimp really needed more than anything else in the whole world was …