Also, every time somebody posts an extract of Sally's writing on here I can't believe how cringeworthy and hackneyed it is. The way she describes the city-dwelling cider farm guy makes her and Tim sound like the pair who ran the shop in The League of Gentlemen. 'Thems hands had never felt the sharp sting of the frost as they plucked turnips from the peaty earth in a Michaelmas storm. Thems hands had never plunged into the hot, quickening belly of a grateful mother stoat to rescue her dying, desperate kits. Thems be soft city hands, theys be.' I'd like to see Craig Brown do a parody of it
This made me laugh immoderately. I haven’t read any of the books but I feel as though I have, after so many quotes on these threads - and I saw the Rick Stein clip with Salnor intoning her spoken word over music.
TBH the thing it really puts me in mind of is ‘Cold Comfort Farm’ - where all the LITERATURE bits were marked by asterisks.
**The country for miles, under the blanket of the dark which brought no peace, was in its annual tortured ferment of spring growth; worm jarred with worm and seed with seed. Frond leapt on root and hare on hare. Beetle and finch-fly were not spared. The trout-sperm in the muddy hollow under Nettle Flitch Weir were agitated, and well they might be. The long screams of the hunting owls tore across the night, scarlet lines on black. In the pauses, every ten minutes, they mated. It seemed chaotic, but it was more methodically arranged than you might think
😂 Love Stella Gibbons