Lord of the Rings and Mothers Day
I was typing up my old diaries again this morning- a literally endless task because I am filling new pages faster than I'm typing up the old ones- I'm still at 1994, but still. Found this entry about Lord of the Rings from when I was fifteen:
Aragorn is brilliant and walks a lot. I also really like the Elves because they can see very far and walk lightly. I read part 1 (529 pages) in theree weeks and I’m well into Part 2 which I started yesterday, but its very Simon and Cara of me to judge how fast or how far I read or am through a book. I love it even more because there’s so much of it so I won’t get to the end. Like MASH.
I went for a long walk in Shouldham woods and discovered I have a deep passion for walking. I always felt I walked slowly as I had to hang onto someone’s arm to keep up, but I like walking faster, striding, when I’m on my own.
I walked for three hours around places I’d never been not sticking to the paths and feeling very Aragorn cum Etienne of Navarre with wide paces and my black coat, big boots and staff - twig."
Also found this description of Mothers Day 1994. The style is probably quite affected by having just watched Howards End:
"It is mothers day today, March 13. Cara and I planned a pleasant but organised day that did not rely on secrecy too much as it can never be guaranteed in a small bungalow. We made pancakes for breakfast and I was pleased that I could be a dab hand with the flipping over.
We gave mum a card and a floral picture frame in which to put a painting of Cara by the windowsill which I drew some years ago, and mum has always been fond of. In the afternoon mum and I went for a walk and collected bark and leaves for my collage in Shouldham forest. While we were away Cara made a chocolate tofu pie for dessert.
In the evening we cooked lasagne and opened a bottle of wine which I didn’t drink of course. And then we watched ‘Howards End’ an adaptation of the Forster novel.
There was one point that reminded me for no particular reason of wading ankle deep across the sea for several metres to a small emerged rock or island off the side of Lindisfarne. It was an innocent quest and yet the tide was returning so rapidly it reached my knees by the time I began to return. The rocks were sharp and loose beneath my bare feet and there was a great deal of joy to be had from it. I will write more about Lindisfarne later."
Aragorn is brilliant and walks a lot. I also really like the Elves because they can see very far and walk lightly. I read part 1 (529 pages) in theree weeks and I’m well into Part 2 which I started yesterday, but its very Simon and Cara of me to judge how fast or how far I read or am through a book. I love it even more because there’s so much of it so I won’t get to the end. Like MASH.
I went for a long walk in Shouldham woods and discovered I have a deep passion for walking. I always felt I walked slowly as I had to hang onto someone’s arm to keep up, but I like walking faster, striding, when I’m on my own.
I walked for three hours around places I’d never been not sticking to the paths and feeling very Aragorn cum Etienne of Navarre with wide paces and my black coat, big boots and staff - twig."
Also found this description of Mothers Day 1994. The style is probably quite affected by having just watched Howards End:
"It is mothers day today, March 13. Cara and I planned a pleasant but organised day that did not rely on secrecy too much as it can never be guaranteed in a small bungalow. We made pancakes for breakfast and I was pleased that I could be a dab hand with the flipping over.
We gave mum a card and a floral picture frame in which to put a painting of Cara by the windowsill which I drew some years ago, and mum has always been fond of. In the afternoon mum and I went for a walk and collected bark and leaves for my collage in Shouldham forest. While we were away Cara made a chocolate tofu pie for dessert.
In the evening we cooked lasagne and opened a bottle of wine which I didn’t drink of course. And then we watched ‘Howards End’ an adaptation of the Forster novel.
There was one point that reminded me for no particular reason of wading ankle deep across the sea for several metres to a small emerged rock or island off the side of Lindisfarne. It was an innocent quest and yet the tide was returning so rapidly it reached my knees by the time I began to return. The rocks were sharp and loose beneath my bare feet and there was a great deal of joy to be had from it. I will write more about Lindisfarne later."