It is lockdown and planes are grounded, so I am forcing my fictitious friends to visit restaurants, parties and the fairground. I am delighting in the hustle and bustle of the crowded locations and soaking up the atmosphere more than ever before. A lockdown cannot lock my imagination and the silence helps me to find the words.
My work in progress, Loving You (working title) is set in the seventies so I escaped to another time and place. I selected my seventies outfit, added some powerful eyeliner and made my way to a Valentine’s party in a café located in Dockers Row, Aberynys. Lorenzo and Stella Ferrari introduced a community to Italian food. It may be a simple menu, but I enjoyed the comforting aroma of garlic. Food was plentiful and the atmosphere was heavy with the laughter. I departed from the café before there was any sign of love, but I heard some soulful singing. There were whispers of strike action at the sewing factory from some of the other guests. I may need to share some of my store cupboard recipes with the factory girls.
I bought a lovely red Mini Cooper and followed a Ford Zephyr out to Delfryn. Oh, it is so beautiful there. The river meandered through the valley and spring was in the air. I spotted a young man absorbed in a painting. I did not chat to Jim as I found myself back here in front of my laptop when the news headlines disturbed the flight of my imagination. Cake o’clock with and strong pot of filter coffee always gets me through the days at the moment.
Time to leave reality again, I travelled to France via Roseanna Ley’s novel, Her Mother’s Secret. I met a writer in the novel who explained that:
‘The writer could be as selfish as he pleased. He could nip into that other world whenever the urge arose, returning to reality only when the necessary work was done.’
I love nipping in and out of reality and I find myself breaking simple rules of life to shake it up. I can have cake for breakfast, bacon and eggs for tea and make up a silly dance to Abba music if the mood takes me. I don’t care if the neighbour sees me dancing in the garden room: anything goes at the moment.
Book yourself into a good book or write yourself into the places you miss. I am going to love you and leave you and wish you the power of your imagination to help you through this difficult time.
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The Little Theatre by the Sea 
Beneath the beguiling canvas of Deriu there are shadows lurking. Faye feels ‘a dark underbelly to this place’. Ley’s story explores the shadows and searches beneath the surface of the paradise. The Little Theatre is a symbol of: the town’s history, culture, the secrets and the way that the heart can wither if unloved.
The insight into Faye’s parents helps the reader to understand Faye. There is a clever juxtaposition of what seems to be the end of a relationship compared with a potential new relationship. Faye’s parents, Ade and Molly, both embark on an emotional journey. These characters provide some poignant reflections on love and marriage. Ade, who has been looking for adventure, realises ‘…it was the minutiae of life that kept couples together’. Ley’s exploration of the way a marriage can veer out of control is thought-provoking. Molly’s epiphany is beautifully washed away in a memorable scene. Rosanna Ley examines how honesty is key in any relationship be it an established relationship or a new one.