I'm back! Returned safe and sound! Not quite back to normality yet (no return to the day-job till Tuesday) and still very much in holiday mode, even though I've come back to an avalanche of laundry, the house to clean, garden to weed, bills to pay, etc, etc.
I had a great trip and thoroughly enjoyed my camping experience, even though I only slept for a total of four hours on the first night for fear that the tent would blow away! The second night was much better as I was exhausted and not even a hurricane would have awakened me from my slumber. And now I sit here, at my computer, yearning to get back to my novel but with one niggling question. Where were all the seashells?
It has been some years since I visited the Isle of Wight and I'm really pleased that I decided to pay a brief visit while working on my novel. You see, my title is The Book of Shells and one of my main characters is an avid collector of seashells. Such a lovely and rewarding hobby. And yet, I found just one seashell during my visit (that is, excluding ones found for sale in gift shops). So where are all the seashells? Did my character collect them all thus leaving none for modern day visitors? All the beaches I visited comprised sand, pebbles and shingle. The Book of Shingle? or The Book of Pebbles? Mmm - not quite the same, is it?
On the plus side, the library at Newport had quite a healthy collection of local history books and I have pages of notes that will help me with the background.
But the seashells? It's a conundrum I shall have to solve. So it's back to plotting before I can really get into the writing. Wish me luck.
NB - If anyone has any ideas on how to get around the absence of seashells, I'd be interested to hear. One kind person has offered: The Book of Shell-Suits - I'm relieved to say that I didn't see one single shell-suit on the island either!