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Me & My Mini #3: Audrey Harrison

photo of Audrey Harrison
Audrey Harrison being feted at the Kindle Storyteller Awards in 2018

In my last blog post of each month, I interview an author friend on a fun topic that’s currently caught my imagination.

When I featured a magical Mini car in my recent novella Mrs Morris Changes Lanes, many author friends remarked that they’d also owned (and mostly loved) Minis.

Today I’m pleased to welcome the bestselling Regency romance novelist Audrey Harrison, a previous finalist in the prestigious Kindle Storyteller Award, to reminisce about her Mini.


Hello, Audrey, and welcome! Please kick off by telling us why and when you bought your first Mini.

I came late to life with my Mini, both my brothers had enjoyed their Minis when they were far younger and although I took advantage of joining them on ‘Mini adventures’, it wasn’t the same. When my children had grown, I spied my opportunity and found myself a PURPLE mini! Perfect. She was purchased.

Hurrah! The same colour as Mrs Morris’s Mini in my story – great choice! How much did it cost and how much did you sell it for?

She was second-hand and only cost £3,500. I sold her for £1,500 as a trade-in. Broke my heart.

How long did you keep it and why did you sell it?

Connie was basically falling apart and costing too much to justify keeping her. It was a very sad day and I haven’t felt the same about any other car since.

Sorry, I should have said “her”, not “it”! I love the way so many Mini owners feel compelled to name them!

Yes! I chose the name Connie for my Mini. She was a sassy – fast – lady and completely had her own personality.

Some days things would not work on her (front seats refusing to move forward) but it always felt like me and her against the world. We were a team.

Would you like to describe her in more detail?

Purple Mini Cooper, purple, white roof, purple, spotlights, purple, leather seats, purple.

photo of Audrey's Mini
Yep, Connie’s definitely purple!

Although I loved writing about Mrs Morris’s Mini, I’ve never owned or driven one. (I may have to rectify that with my next car!) What is it about Minis that makes most owners feel so attached to them?

They are like the Spitfire of the road, fast, nippy and a whole heap of soul!

What did you most love about your Mini? What drove you nuts about it?

She was purple!! The speed, the nipping in and out.

My mother said I started to drive like a rally driver or as if I was on a go-kart as soon as I got behind Connie’s wheel.

Not bad for a woman rapidly approaching 50 (as I was then)

The two doors drove me bananas because of all the moaning that passengers did.

Where did your longest journey in your Mini take you?

As a writer of Regency Romance, Connie and myself took ourselves off to the Alton Regency Festival a few times. That was great having Connie parked in front of Jane Austen’s house.

I have always thought Jane Austen was a woman with spark and life and I am sure she would have loved Connie.

What was your most exciting trip?

Any day out in Connie put a smile on your face.

What most surprised you about your Mini?

What a pleasurable experience it was driving her and how I haven’t been able to replicate it with any other car – still looking.

Did you ever have any accidents or any scary trips in your Mini?

I volunteered with the National Trust, dressing up as a 1913 cook. I used to travel to and fro in my costume and one day someone hit me side on (their fault). When I got out of the car, the other driver thought I was a vicar! Made for an interesting conversation.

Who was your favourite/most interesting/most difficult passenger and why?

The funniest was one of my cousins who was slightly (!) drunk and although managed to get into the rear seat could not get out of it when I was dropping her off. You probably had to be there to appreciate the moment, but we all ended up crying laughing.

Was your first Mini a one-off buy or did you stay brand loyal and buy more Minis later?

Sadly because of the two door situation I won’t be going back to a Mini, but that doesn’t stop me longing – I just don’t like the more modern versions, they aren’t Mini and they don’t have the same personality.

What car do you drive now?

Skoda Citigo (or Shitigo as I call it) – just about to change to a hybrid.

What do you miss about your Mini?

Everything apart from the two doors!

What would be your dream car if money were no object?

A baby Bentley, but I’d need a driver to go with it, they are still huge! I like my little nippy cars but the baby Bentley has got class.

If you’ve read Mrs Morris Changes Lanes, what did you think of her Mini and of her adventure?

I loved it!

I think everyone at some point thinks what if, it is completely believable that a Mini would have some magic attached to it.

I hope it turns into a series, or that it had been longer.

book cover with backdrop of country lane
Mrs Morris Changes Lanes is available in paperback and ebook for Kindle – click the image to buy it from Amazon, or ask your local bookshop to order in the paperback for you

Thank you so much for joining me today, Audrey, that was great fun! 


cover of The Spinster's Second Chance by Audrey Harrison
Audrey Harrison’s latest Regency Romance novel

To find out more about Audrey Harrison and her highly acclaimed Regency Romance novels, hop across to her website here: www.audreyharrison.co.uk.


Previous posts in the Me & My Mini series:

Me & My Mini #1: Anita Davison

Me & My Mini #2: Amie McCracken

Posted in Personal life, Reading, Writing

While Making Other Plans

So, how are your New Year’s Resolutions doing?

There’s a reason the flurry of self-improvement articles published at the turn of the year fizzle out by February. Whatever resolutions you pledge on New Year’s Eve, by the end of January, life is likely to have got in the way, shattering your illusions of autonomy.

THIS YEAR’S EXCUSES

Diversions from my good intentions began even before Big Ben chimed in 2022. On the morning of 31 December, noticing inflammation in my jaw, I booked a GP appointment, not wanting to wait until the practice reopened on Tuesday 4 January.

Despite returning with antibiotics to treat a glandular infection, the left side of my face and left were soon reminiscent of Rudolph’s nose. For the first week of 2022, antibiotic-induced brain fog scuppered my New Year’s Resolutions, and I planned a fresh start in the second week of January.

UNINTENDED CONSQUENCES OF A TRIP TO IKEA

Then came a head injury from a close encounter with the sharp corner of my car boot, an unforeseen hazard of a trip to IKEA. Fortunately the damage proved superficial, but for the following week, pain and exhaustion put paid to vigorous movements and loud noises. No bellringing practice for me!

When metaphorically dining out on my mishaps in a private Facebook group of close friends, I was looking for laughs rather than sympathy, so I was taken aback when several chums remarked on my bad luck. A Pollyanna by nature, I’ve always thought I lead a charmed life and am grateful for every blessing.

I also think everything happens for a reason. Cancelling my social life while I recovered gave me more thinking and reading time than my hectic lifestyle normally allows. The regenerative power of lying fallow applies just as much to people as to fields.

The net result is that I abandoned my New Year’s Resolutions, instead adopting principles learned in two very different books I read during my recovery: time management guru Ryder Carroll’s The Bullet Journal Method and Vita Sackville-West’s novel All Passion Spent. (A testament to the healing power of books – more about that phenomenon In Other News below.)

  • Carroll suggests a great way to assess your life and your goals: write two versions of your own obituary, the first as if you lived the life according to others’ expectations and in the line of least resistance, and the second as if you took the road less travelled.
  • Sackville-West’s heroine only learns in her old age to be true to herself.

My new plan for 2022 is therefore to live the life I’d like to see in my obituary (although not just yet).

In the meantime, my sense of gratitude is intact. I am grateful for the NHS and for antibiotics, especially having discovered while awaiting an ambulance that before the age of antibiotics, bacterial infection was the chief cause of death in the developed world. I’m also thankful that IKEA’s cinnamon buns taste just as good even after a blow to the head.

This column first appeared in the February 2022 edition of the Tetbury Advertiser.


IN OTHER NEWS…

BBC Radio 4 Appeal for Read for Good

I was thrilled to hear that this week’s BBC Radio 4 Appeal is in aid of the fabulous children’s reading charity Read for Good (known as Readathon while I worked there from 2010 until 2013).

Read for Good harnesses the tremendous power of books and reading to make children in hospital feel better – and their parents and carers too – by providing free books and professional storytellers to every children’s hospital in the UK. Hear what a difference their work makes to families all over the country by listening to this account by the mother of teenager William during his treatment for cancer:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m0014fwx

Making poorly children feel better in hospital, Read for Good takes books and storytellers into children in hospital

Justine Daniels, Read for Good’s chief executive, explains further: “We all know the power of a good story, but in hospital, for children like William, this becomes magnified. Transporting children in hospital to imaginary worlds can help them process trauma and relieve anxiety, supporting their mental health and wellbeing at the most difficult time. This BBC appeal, and the support of National Book Tokens and the Booksellers Association will help us to continue to provide comfort and escape at a time and in a place where a little distraction goes such a long way.” 

If you’d like to donate to help Read for Good provide more books and storytellers to children in hospital, you can do so now here: https://readforgood.org/radio-4-appeal/. Every donation, no matter how small, will help a poorly child escape into a story and bring joy and relief to their parents and carers.

New Charity Audiobook

You may remember that last autumn I contributed a short story, “Christmas Ginger“, to a new charity anthology called Everyday Kindness, edited by the bestselling thriller writer and philanthropist L J Ross, and published in hardback and ebook on World Kindness Day in November. Each of the 54 stories, all by different authors, were (no surprises here!) on the theme of kindness.

LJ Ross and her Dark Skies publishing company has now teamed up with audiobook specialist W F Howes to turn the anthology into an audiobook, which was launched yesterday. I was thrilled to learn that the narrator for my story is the wonderful British actress Celia Imrie.

The audiobook is now available to download and is currently topping the Audible chart of literary anthologies. Here’s the buying link: https://geni.us/EverydayKindness

photo of Celia Imrie with cover of audiobook

Posted in Personal life

A Bellyful of February

Being a glass-half-full type, I always welcome the winter solstice as the overture to spring, my favourite season.

But January and February always disappoint, with February’s only redeeming feature its brevity.

Despite the longer daylight hours, the skies are often so overcast that it never seems to get properly light all day. What light there is feels wintry, and the spring equinox, when day and night reach equal length, seems a long way off.

I take comfort in discovering that in Celtic tradition, spring officially starts at the beginning of February, with the festival of Imbolc halfway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox.

Imbolc translates as “in the belly”, alluding to the stomachs of pregnant ewes and the promise of the imminent renewal of life.

photo of the cross of St Brigid
Culnacreann, CC BY 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

1st February is also the Feast of St Brigid, Irish patron saint of fire, poetry and healing. Brigid was originally a Celtic goddess with such a strong following that the first Christians in Ireland canonised her to keep the locals on side. Brigid’s traditional symbol, a cross woven from green rushes, was often nailed over the doors of homes to ward off evil spirits. It had nothing to do with the cross of Jesus, but its existence may have made it easier for the Christians to adopt Brigid as their own.

The ancient Romans celebrated a different feast in the middle of the month. Februa, a day of atonement and purification, was so important that they named the whole month after it. In the Roman calendar, February was the twelfth month, so Februa will have prompted a spiritual and physical declutter to help Romans start the new year in good shape.

Wondering why we adopted February for our own calendar, when it’s named after a Roman festival I’d never heard of, I discover other contenders. The Old English called it Sol-monath, meaning “mud month”, appropriate for the season’s weather. In medieval times, it was known as Kale-monath, or “cabbage month”. Perhaps as winter stores ran low, cabbage formed the bulk of peasants’ diet.

painting of the Venerable Bede
“The Venerable Bede Translates John” by James Doyle Penrose (1862-1932) (Public domain, via Wikipedia)

I prefer the Venerable Bede’s idea. In his treatise De temporum ratione (The Reckoning of Time), the Anglo-Saxon theologian suggests that “Sol” is another word for a particular type of cake. Does this mean that this month we’re meant to cheer ourselves up by eating cake? Finally, a reason to love February! There, I told you I was an optimist.

This post was first published in the February 2022 issue of the Hawkesbury Parish News. 


A GOOD READ IN THE RUN-UP TO VALENTINE’S DAY

cover of Murder by the Book
The fourth Sophie Sayers Village Mystery introduces Hector’s identical twin brother Horace, as mischievous as Hector is sensible.

If you fancy a light-hearted comedy mystery to lift your spirts during the dark days of February, try Murder by the Book, my Sophie Sayers Village Mystery set in the run-up to Valentine’s Day.

Despite opening with someone falling to their death down the well behind the village pub, there is romance in the air for eccentric village shopkeeper Carol and her secret admirer, and also for Sophie and Hector, despite the playful intervention of Hector’s twin brother, just back from Australia. Available to order online in paperback and ebook here, or ask your local bookshop to order it in for you, quoting ISBN 978 1 911 223 269.

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Scenes from my Cotswold Cottage #2: My Book Nook

This is the second in my new series of posts inspired by Dame Joanna Lumley’s charming memoir, No Room for Secrets, in which she tours her London house giving a commentary on her possessions. I’m sharing snapshots from my Victorian Cotswold cottage in which I write my books, with a commentary on what the objects in each picture mean to me.

Also in this post: news about the book I’m writing now and of a new self-publishing course that I’ll be teaching for Jericho Writers from 1st March. 

All authors ought to be avid readers too, so my house has many cosy corners in which to curl up with a book.

This book nook was built by my husband to my specification from a couple of planks of wood to fill in the space left by the vintage Rayburn solid-fuel stove that finally fell to pieces a few years ago.

But as my grandma would have said, “It didn’t owe us anything,” as we’d bought it for £50 twenty years before when we spotted it abandoned in a neighbour’s back garden. They were only too pleased for us to take it away.

photo of my book nook
The perfect place to curl up with a book

Starting from the top, the old enamel sign on the wall above was lying in the garden when I moved in, a relic from when my cottage used to be the village post office.

I made the crocheted lace that hangs from the beam about 25 years ago. Not sure my eyesight would be up to it these days!

On the two pillars hang two small embroideries:

  • The “Home Sweet Home” on the left was made my dad, who used to do a lot of counted cross stitch, usually on a much larger scale.
  • I sewed the Mrs Tiggywinkle on the right. I adore Beatrix Potter in general, and Mrs Tiggywinkle is my favourite, reminding me irresistibly of my late grandmother. I’m not sure quite why, but I can never see her without thinking of Grandma!

The bookshelf above the seat is for my “books about books” collection, which is constantly growing. The flat-iron acting as a bookend also came from my garden. The little photo beside it is my young neighbour who sometimes helps feed our cats when we’re away. She is especially fond of Dorothy and left this picture of herself so that Dorothy doesn’t forget her.

The small painting on the shelf is by my nephew Dan Gooding, also a writer. He painted it in Cornwall and gave it to me for Christmas a few years ago.

The cushions, from left to right:

  • “A present for a dear child” is the sentimental Victorian-style message on the first one, given to me by my parents many years ago.
  • The large green and white cushions are made from Penguin brand tea towels, and the smaller ones from Penguin tote bags, featuring two of my favourite mystery authors, Agatha Christie and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I wish they also made one for Dorothy L Sayers!
  • The cushion in the centre was hand-felted by my dear Auntie Sheila. (My house is full of arts and crafts made by various members of my family, and I value them more than any Old Master.)
  • The small cream cushion on the right panders to my passion for Alice in Wonderland.
  • The green, yellow-edged cushion was crocheted by me from very fine wool many years ago and won first prize for crochet at the Hawkesbury Village Show that year – a great source of pride!
  • By contrast, the blanket covering the wooden seat is a mass-produced IKEA number, but I love it anyway as it adds more warm pink to my book nook, and also matches my pink, green and cream china, which will feature in a future post in this series.

In case you missed it, here’s the first in this series of posts:

Scenes from my Cotswold Cottage #1: Reading After Breakfast


BACK TO MY WRITING DESK

Latest News about my Books

Meanwhile, back on the writing front, I’m poised to write the final chapter of my work in progress, Scandal at St Bride’s, the third in my Staffroom at St Bride’s School series, which should be published in the spring. I’ll bring you more news on that as soon as I can. In the meantime, here’s the beautiful cover by Rachel Lawston to whet your appetite. This story takes place in January, and it’s been helpful to be writing it at the appropriate time of year!

cover of Scandal at St Bride's
Rachel Lawston’s fabulous design perfectly conjures up a chilly January at this unusual boarding school for girls

If you’d like to catch up with the first two in the St Bride’s series in the meantime, you can buy them online here:

Or order them from your local bookshop – good booksellers can order them in from their usual supplier, as can public libraries.

New for Fellow Writers: Simply Self-publish – a new course taught by me!

At the same time (January was a busy month!), I’ve been writing a new course for writers, commissioned by Jericho Writers, the highly regarded group that helps writers become authors, through its courses and other resources on writing, editing and publishing. If you’re a writer and would like to take charge of your own publishing career, my ten-week course, Simply Self-publish, will show you how.

For more information, hop over to my course’s page on the Jericho Writers website here:

www.jerichowriters.com/our-services/courses-mentoring/simply-self-publish-course/


In case you missed it, here’s the first in this series of posts:

Scenes from my Cotswold Cottage #1: Reading After Breakfast

 

https://jerichowriters.com/our-services/courses-mentoring/simply-self-publish-course/