With Melbourne’s lockdown droning on and Melburnians still too dangerous to be let out, I decided some form of creativity was needed before my brain gave up the ghost completely.
Writing, I’ve discovered, is something you continually learn about as you go along. And so I revisited Is This the Road to Stratford?, the third book in my Planning to the Nth travel memoir trilogy, and realised that readers are probably not interested in endless hours in a sardine can (aeroplane), endless searching for toilets (a consequence of post middle-age) and endless attempts at saving money (something I’m working on).
Having divested my book of most of this, it’s now down to a mere 59,000 words. Have I done the right thing? I can only go with advice from my good friend, George Orwell – less is best.
Thanks heaps to those who bought the original version of my book and for the lovely reviews. Sorry about the toilet stuff.
In 2011, after several solo road trips around Tasmania and New Zealand, I decided to take the leap to the other side of the world. England provided Dickens, the Brontes and Shakespeare; medieval cities and West End theatres; pretty villages, pubs and chicken and leek pie; a malevolent rental car, indecipherable road signs and terrifying roundabouts.
I learnt much along the way: that it’s unpleasant being woken on an aeroplane by a cup of boiling tea down your front; that you can’t smuggle a bottle of water through security at Kuala Lumpur airport; that you can see theatre in London for half the price of Melbourne, and that you need a university education (preferably at Oxford) to understand English road signs.
The trip threw up many challenges, but for this woman ‘of an age’, it was a great adventure.
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