This blog has been pretty quiet of late, for which I apologise (I know that my, er...tens of...one...reader(s) have been finding life a struggle without it). I'm currently in the middle of wringing out of my brain in order to type out three months worth of research and supposedly original thought on 'The Woman in White' and 'The Moonstone', and it's proving to be both tiring and interesting. The research for my dissertation has been fascinating, but putting everything that I've learned into coherent sentences is a little more tricky. I've spent so much time in the library recently that I may as well move in and direct all future post there, and put up posters around the table that my friends and I have fiercely claimed as our own. Might bring in a potted plant tomorrow. And a kettle.
I had a glorious time visiting Agatha Christie's Devon holiday home, Greenway, over the Easter holidays. It was a beautiful day, and we caught the boat from Dartmouth to a little quay-side, where we walked up through woodland to reach her house. It's had a rather vigorous face-lift over the last couple of years, and in March it showed it's freshly scrubbed face to the world. It's lovely, as you can see from the photo I took at the top.
I'll write more about my visit when I'm not suffering from a post-Minstrels sugar come-down, and not in the library staring slightly hopelessly at a pile of books at half past six on a Saturday.
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