‘This is a private house …’ says a small but noticeable addition to the doorbell of 17 Heriot Row in Edinburgh, the home for many years of writer Robert Louis Stevenson, his parents and their small entourage of servants. Thanks to the hospitality of current resident John Mcfie and his family, a private house, albeit … Continue reading A private house, not a museum: visiting the Edinburgh home of Robert Louis Stevenson
It hasn’t really been a week for getting much writing done as most of it was spent in the wonderful city of Edinburgh where I combined a day of intensive research with another couple of days of equally intensive sight-seeing. So what if those pesky pandas were taken off show? Everything else came up trumps including, remarkably … Continue reading Research – not always what you expect.
Some books are imbued with the atmosphere and character of a place. The first that springs to my mind is Graham Swift’s Waterland, a story that somehow couldn’t be told in a different location, and more recently for me Jane Rusbridge’s The Devil’s Music was very much characterised by its seaside scenes (but not just any sea-side … Continue reading Tripfiction – does what is says on the tin