Something happened on the way to the...

loo.

Yep, I was out with the lovely husband the other day, enjoying the sun on a nearby beach.

Or so we thought.

Until two things happened.

There was a sea fret. A haar or a soke, take your pick. Suddenly the atmosphere was misty. 

Eerie. Or asI said at the time, 'ooh how gothic'.

To which t'other'alf went "Uh?"

I thought it was anyway as cliffs and sand turned shadowy and in some cases, disappeared.

The seafront pub was...waiting.

Definitely eerie.

I know, what's that got to do with the loo?

That, not a lot, but as we walked back towards that pub in the distance, there was a lady tangled up with two dogs. A teenage lad was with her and was almost doubled up with laughing as the more she tried to untwist the leads, the dogs went in the opposite direction and made things worse.

The poor woman had her legs crossed ( and almost her eyes as well) and wailed.

"I need the loo." 

At which point one of the dogs cocked a leg the lad shook his head and the other dog pulled in the opposite direction to where away in the gloaming there are some public toilets.

"The bog's gone and got lost in the mist," the lad said. "Maybe you need to copy Timbo." 

Who I presume was the dog.

The lady glared at him, giggled and then said, "Grab them." 

The minute he did as she asked, she unclipped the leads and dashed of up the beach, shedding leads as she went.

That's got to go into a book!

And so has the atmosphere. It got me thinking.

(source for this and the previous one, pinterest)

Watch this space.

Happy reading,

love, Raven xxx

ps, nothing to do with this, but have you read any of the Castle on the Loch series?

The Drummond family of Castle Bearradh

Marcail, Baird and Bonnie.

Siblings with special abilities.

Some they accept, some they don’t.

All will change their lives—if they are prepared to accept the consequences.

Descended from Morven and her lover, who died at Culloden, each of them has a special place in the family history, with a job to do.

Nothing any of them relish.

Marcail has to accept the voices in her head are genuine, and only she can help Paden.

Baird has to accept he’s been sent to New Zealand for a reason, and although he might not like it, or agree with the woman he butts heads with, Helena will play an important place in his life.

As for Bonnie, the baby of the family? She’s happy, living on the island, weaving for relaxation and writing her books—because she wants to. What she doesn’t want is to be told by Lachan how to write her next story, or that she has to go to Skye to write it.

Whether they agree or not, they all hold the future of their family in their hands.

https://www.totallybound.com/book/the-castle-and-the-loch-box-set

Don't tell anyone I told you but....

Take your pick.

I was doing my usual, can't help but overhearing (yes, eavesdropping but not intentionally) a weird conversation the other day. I was waiting to see the optician, not that that has really got anything to do with it. It just might set the scene a bit. Or not.

Anyway, to continue.

Two ladies were sitting by the door to the shop. They reminded me of that old double act with British comedians where everything was discussed in a very 'well, don't tell anyone I told you, but', manner. Crossing their arms under their bosoms, and pursing their lips.

The gist of the conversation was about one **** (perhaps I'd be best not to put a name there)who 'was no better than she should be, but really.'...

The then to be unnamed woman was pulled to bits, shenanigan by shenanigan. 

Sadly they got up and left, before I heard the end of thier conversation but the last thing I heard made me want to laugh out loud.

'...to cap it all, she looks like a lugubrious bloodhound'

(source:pinterest)

What a way to describe someone. I could picture the dog not the person.

But it did get me thinking. how oftenyou hear something, often just a couple of words that conjure up all sorts of images in your mind.

One of the funniest—apart from the above—was several years ago, when I heard someone describe someone else as a hard as a knob end of bread. And went on to add—and a right heel.

Followed by what sounded as 'as bad as nugget's knocker.' Then, 'all A grades as well'.

 

That one had me flummoxed until I realised the speaker was talking about the expression which related to the colour of Newgate prison's door knocker. I still can't see how that reflected on someone getting good grades. It means things are very bad. 

Unless the person who was up to whatever—sadly I still don't know exactly what it was—had just acheived good grades in some exams. Oh how I wish we could just say, 'excuse me,  I couldn't help but overhear you and wondered...what comes next?'

As I can't, I can let my imagination run wild, think up all sorts of scenarios, and put them in a book!

There is something in the other saying, don't annoy me or you might find yourself in my next novel.

Happy Reading,

love Raven xxx