A long awaited moment
A few weeks ago, a little boy was colouring in church whilst his parents were busy with various jobs around the place.
I stopped to ask him what he was working on, and he explained that this was the cover of a book he was going to write all about endangered species.
The book had no content yet – but the cover was full of promise!
In my experience, the cover is often the last piece of the writing puzzle to fall into place.
In the case of ‘Postcards’ I could not be happier that it has been that way round.
They have accorded me the grace of walking through the landscape of grief in such a way as to understand it from my point of view. It is a curiously vulnerable thing to entrust a manuscript which has cost you so much to someone else to give it a face.
I need not have worried – since it was clearly in very safe hands.
The design features a tiny, plucky tree which I encountered in Cornwall, on the last holiday Fiona and I ever took together.
Battered and bashed by the strong winds blowing in from the coast at Port Quinn, it was holding its own.
Twice I stopped to admire it, before getting my camera out on the third occasion. To see it fighting with the wind – and winning, inspired me then and inspires me now.