Showing posts with label Judy Astley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Judy Astley. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

When Judy Astley Ran Away

Here's Judy's story...


I ran away the day the headmistress laughed and told me I was “Flying a bit high” when I asked if it would be OK to apply to Oxford university.  Humiliated, I stormed out of school at midday, raced home to change out and went up to the corner where the road heads for the M4 to start hitching a lift to visit my friend David at Magdalen college, Oxford for tea and sympathy.

We all hitch-hiked in the days before central locking meant no escape from the axe murderer.  Drivers were kind to a girl alone and I had a rule about lorries – not to get in. Today though, cars stopped but none were going more than a couple of miles.  So when the truck pulled up I thought, oh just this once - it’ll be fine. 

The driver was cheerful and friendly.  He gave me a telling off and said that he wouldn’t want a daughter of his risking her life by hitching so he’d take me all the way to Magdalen bridge, just to be sure I was safe.

Except – suddenly he was turning off the M4 at Slough This was NOT the way to Oxford.
He drove into a bleak industrial estate, parked outside the massive Mars confectionary warehouse and climbed out. I considered making a run for it but I found he’d locked the doors. I was going to be found naked and strangled in a ditch.  My poor mum.

Then he was back telling me to hop out and get in the car parked alongside. He’d finished his shift, was heading for home and he handed me a big box, saying, ‘Here, a souvenir.’ It was full of Mars bars, Milky Ways and Galaxy bars. I thanked him and the journey continued but I’d be lying if I said I relaxed.

 David and I munched our way through the box’s contents and he offered me his bed for the night.  I thought about it but… back then he risked being sent down for having a girl in his room. And it was freezing and the loo was down two flights of stairs and across a dark, wind-blown quadrangle. I started thinking a more modern university would have comfort-advantages…  So I said thanks but no.  And for once, I went home by train.

My 18th novel,‘In The Summertime’ will to be published in hardback by Bantam in early July.  The paperback will follow in June 2014.  It’s a return to the characters from my first book, Just For the Summer and has Miranda, twenty years on from when she was a teenager at her family’s holiday home in Chapel Creek in Cornwall, revisiting the village with her mother Clare and children Silva and Bo, to scatter the ashes of her step-father Jack on the estuary he’d loved.  She doesn’t expect to find there are still so many connections from the past in the place and is particularly surprised to find one in particular – someone she’s thought about many times over the years.

Coming July 4th Judy's nest book....and it's set in Cornwall!

It's twenty years since Miranda, then sixteen, holidayed in Cornwall and her life changed forever. Now she's back again - with her mother Clare and the ashes of her stepfather Jack, whose wish was to be scattered on the sea overlooked by their one-time holiday home.

The picturesque cove seems just the same as ever, but the people are different - more smart incomers,fewer locals, more luxury yachts in the harbour. But Miranda and Clare both find some strangely familiar faces, and revisit the emotions they both thought had disappeared.


You can find more about Judy and her books here.

Friday, May 25, 2012

The Cornish House - London Launch

Wow! Didn't think anything could match the Dubai launch but the London launch was great party...

Here's video clip here.

A huge thank you to the wonderful staff at Waterstones High Street Kensington who helped to make it such a wonderful evening!

Now for the pictures...first thanks to the photographers - Carole Blake, Brigid Coady, DD and DS2

The venue...
Waterstones High Street Kensington
The preparations...


The help...


We're ready...




The guests...
Brigid Coady





Judy Astley, Liz Fenwick and Adele Parks










Judy Astley and Brigid Coady

Marika Cobbold


Kate Harrison and Liz Fenwick

Brigid Coady, Liz Fenwick, Julie Cohen and Christina Courtenay

The reading...




The signing...



The evidence...

The fabulous Gear farm Organic Pasties...just before they all disappeared

It was a brilliant evening...now to rest up for the Cornish signings coming up this week...

31st May Charles Causley Festival Launceston - noon
1st June Falmouth Booksellers 2PM
2nd June Waterstones Truro 11AM

And also a lovely library talk at the St Ives Library at 7PM on the 5th of June...

Back to the 'One Thing I've Learnt' tomorrow...

Wednesday, March 07, 2012

The RNA RoNA Awards and Education day at the Emirates Airlines Festival of LiteratureJust what Jill mansell is doing

Monday was the RNA RoNA awards and today was Education Day at the Emirates Airlines Festival Festival of Literature...and i'm not sure where i am....
Good guess what Jill Mansell was up to...


But here are a few of the out takes from the photos i took on Monday...the rest are here.
My killer heals
Jane Wenham Jones and Judy Astley


Today i have the pleasure of running two creative writing workshops in Sharjah for the Education Day. It was such fun. The girls were interested and I loved the questions they asked....






Thursday, August 19, 2010

Lost Mojo Found!

It has been a long uphill struggle recently. Everything in me wanted to write and I did write, but what can I say - the zing just wasn't there. I worked and hoped that the magic would return. Through the uphill climb there were moment of light when I thought things were improving, but whack the clouds and mist came back down.

But two days ago I took the plunge and cut all the new work that I had done since April...yup - you read correctly. I don't really want to know what the word count was. I went back to the raw draft of Penderown and followed my gut. I opened with the scene in the National Gallery and boom the bl**dy thing finally works. I will not say that all the toil was for nothing because I know my characters much better and I have a clearer picture of the whole thing.

My mojo has also returned with gusto and the need to write new stuff is nearly killing me. Pilgrimage is tired of waiting for its turn and a new one has begun in my head - The Summer of the Black Hare. One day I will tell the original spark for this one, but it is meant to be is all I can say.

Today I am off to the Penzance Literary Festival - more info here. Because DS1 receives his AS results this morning I will miss Flowerpot's talk but will be attending Sarah Duncan's this afternoon and the bonus is I'm dragging the wonderful Judy Astley with me.