5th Feb. In the car, ready to drive off to the ferry I found that my feet could hardly touch the control peddles for the car. I think that after meeting the girls at Garter Lane I have started shrinking. Indeed I do feel very much like Mrs Twit from Roald Dahl's book "The Twits".
Back home across a sea like a mill pond and in five days the blanket of gray has not lifted. On the beach the dogs run wild and the waves curl in across the beach.
6th Feb. After the usual chaos of getting up and getting ready for school this morning walked out into the garden into stillness. Another gray day, but the stillness was such that there was a texture of silence. Walking dogs to the rhythm of the surf lapwings and curlew called across the bay, haunting the stillness.
7th Feb. This evening Hannah read "The Singing Ringing Tree" to me.
"I love this picture so much, " she said. "It meant so much to me when I was little. I remember it so well".
The picture was of the princess rescuing the unicorn.
I remember "The Singing Ringing Tree" from when I was a child. It was a television series in three parts, years ago. I loved the bear and was terrified of the little manikin who stamps his feet in fierce anger as the world burns around him. I remember the white doves and the trees with the reddest berries, and the shivering singing tree.
As Hannah reads I feel again the childlike fear of the manikin and his anger as the Princess learns how to love and so slips from his power and through his fingers.
And the bear, the beautiful bear who makes the princess a bed of soft mosses and brings her berries and nuts.
Outside it is raining and the wind is picking up a pace.
9th Feb. In New York "Can You See a Little Bear?" is at the Child Magazine top 50 awards party at Barnes and Noble. Here the moon is bright so that it looks like the dullest of days outside.
In Letchworth, James Mayhew who wrote Little Bear is busy painting the cover for "Katie and the Spanish Princess" having worked like a madman to produce all the paintings for the book. Here I have finished another page for the poetry book and move on to the next.
In New York I hope Little Bear will do well at the party. Little Brown, the publishers of Little One are there. And I am here, walking in the moonlight and James is in his studio in Letchworth. Maybe, one day, we will be in New York together.
14th Feb. Maurice the Cat brought me a gift for Valentine's Day, a mouse, nibbled by him into the shape of a heart. Sweet cat! How thoughtful.
20th Feb. Walked where the biggest, blackest ravens fly, by Ramsey Sound and the wind was a North wind, and cold.