Although Hastings gave its name to the Battle of Hastings — when William II of Normandy defeated King Harold II of England in 1066 — it’s over 6 miles southeast of the battle site, which itself became the town of Battle, forming around the Abbey that was built in 1095 to commemorate the Norman Conquest.
Moving on, moving around, a few days here and a week or so there. Packing and unpacking. Settling in to a new situation for long enough to feel settled before picking up sticks again and moving on.
In the flow of constant change there are inevitable casualties. Some days you wake up to no clean socks, others to the realisation that the book you want to read is halfway across town with the small collection of belongings unloaded temporarily from the car. But these sort of things are minor in comparison to the casualty of concentration, a necessity for writing.
The irony, though, is that life itself tends to be full of inspiration when everything’s in flux.
If you’ve always liked the idea of dropping into the conversation that you’ve got a couple of writers-in-residence staying with you for a short time, then why not take a look at this possibility?
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In mid-April Sean and I drove 560 kilometres (350 miles) north east of Burgos to Bergerac in the Dordogne region of France. Although we’d enjoyed our time in Spain, making friends and immersing ourselves in northern Spanish life, it was time to move on, to return to the UK for the spring and summer, and to run our Write from the Heart writing workshops. Continue reading
The golden hour outside the Fishing Museum in the Brighton Fishing Quarter, with a boat from the Newhaven fishing fleet, registration NN153.