Just after I arrived at the Community Centre, yesterday, I was delighted to have a long chat with Mary Bragg of Cockermouth, who had just finished reading my new novel – ‘My Cup Runneth Over’ – on Kindle, the evening before, and who was wonderfully complimentary about it. Thank you, Mary
I confess that I also sold more books than I had dared anticipate, so that was very pleasing, too.
Then Peter Reece – one of my former colleagues in crime (fighting!) – appeared, following his own grin into the room, and when I wasn’t busy with people at my little sales’ table, we naturally had great fun swapping old ‘war stories’. (I’m the one on the left, in the photo, and Peter would tell you he’s the better-looking one, on the right!)
Incidentally, the little town is pronounced “Sp’yatri,” in Cumberland dialect but gets its proper name from ‘Ash Patrick’, after the famous saint preached there in the Fifth Century. Another Cumbrian place name that comes from the saint is Patterdale – Patrick’s dale – at Ullswater.
Interestingly, despite its small size, both Peter and I worked at Aspatria years ago, during our respective police careers.
All told, the Fair provided a wonderful afternoon. My sincere thanks to the organisers.