We took a train to Chester on Friday, neither Caroline nor I particularly liking driving there, and it was a quick and easy journey. Also, for no immediately apparent reason it was cheaper to travel by train there than it was to go to Brighton. Go figure. Here are a few photos of that city.
We went to see my brother Bob, sister-in-law Christine and their two daughters Samantha and Rebecca. Here’s Christine, Bob and Caroline.
Here’s the Waterstones I visited. On seeing that they only had four of my books there I wasn’t going to bother to ask if they wanted them signed, but relented. The girl working behind the counter then took a number of books out of a display alcove and put my signed copies up in it, along with my book marks, so it was worth it.
The whole break involved an awful lot a walking, which I’m still recovering from. I think my body went into a kind of shock after the first five miles, which could only be relieved later on by copious red wine.
6 comments:
Looks lovely there... great bridge!
And yay for stealth (or in this case, not so stealth) signings. :)
Might slide in and see if they have any signed "The Departure" books....
No, not stealthy, Darren.
No copies of The Departure there, Nick.
wow - your brother is the spit of you !
On that sort of topic - how often have you been recognised/stopped in the street ?
Graeme
That is just what I thought before I read it was not neal!
Graeme and Osh, yeah, I guess there's a similarity, though I'm fatter.
No, I haven't been recognized or stopped on the street. I rather suspect that's not something that happens much to writers let alone SF writers. Personally I can only think of a couple (other than those I know) who I would recognize.
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