Rough Travels in the Eighteenth Century, by Diane Scott Lewis

 

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In modern times we take travel for granted. We can fly around the world if we wish. But in the eighteenth century, it was a rough, often dangerous trip, where you didn't get very far in a day.

Enjoy the ride.

Writing novels set in this era, I had to take into account how far my characters could get from point A to B. Were there even roads where they wanted to go?

When my heroine sailed to New York in 1796, she found she had to take another ship to New Orleans as no roads existed to travel on land that far.

The foreign traveler to England usually came across the English Channel, a stormy and uncomfortable sail in raging water, when at last they rejoiced to see the white cliffs of Dover. 

Then they had to clear the Customs' House. Their person and luggage were thoroughly searched, and any precious items could be confiscated. The richer could bribe the customs men to let them pass easily.

Once onshore a group of bawds, pimps, and pickpockets waited to take advantage of them. The Englishmen considered foreigners suspicious; people who ate snails and disregarded good English beer.

The visitors might be lodged in noisy, dirty inns, waiting to secure a coach to other cities, especially London--eighty miles away. It would take up to twelve days to make the journey.

The rich could hire a carriage and horses, or a post-chaise, but the average traveler was forced to board a crowded coach. The poorer among them rode on top of the coach, suffering the wind and rain. Even the luggage basket at the rear might hold a passenger or two.

Bad roads could turn to mud, and bogs, and coaching accidents were frequent.

The stage-coaches were heavy and lumbering. And your fellow travelers might be smelly and loud. The ride would be jolting, especially before the 1750s when springs were introduced.

The traveler paid by the mile and was expected to tip the driver and guard; the awful trip could be expensive. The guard rode next to the driver and carried a shotgun, hence the term "I call shotgun." Highwaymen often watched who boarded and if they looked rich, they'd rob the coach out on the open road.

When the coach entered an inn yard, the roof passengers had to climb off or be knocked over by an archway. Staying at the coaching inns, men and women crowded in beds, sharing with strangers, and might come away with fleas or bedbugs.

A bill was introduced in Parliament in the 1780s to regulate how many passengers could be allowed to ride inside and on the coach roof. It didn't pass.

All in all, travel is much more convenient now. And hotels cleaner. But putting these details into my writing brings the story to life.

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Vikings, Shipwrecks and Ice cream!...by Sheila Claydon

 

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Cabin Fever was the first book BWL published for me. I'd had other books published elsewhere over the years, but making long distance friends with Jude, who started BWL, and is and will remain much missed following her recent sudden death, felt like coming home.

Cabin Fever, as is clear from the cover, is a cruise ship romance with many a mishap along the way. It has proved to be a favourite with many readers and it is also now available as a listening book on Audible. All good, but not as good as the true tale below.

I live in a small town of approximately 25,000 people that, until relatively recently, was a village of about 6,000! Indeed the main street is still referred to as the Village Centre, and it has an atmosphere to match. People are friendly and helpful, dogs are welcome everywhere (even in clothes shops!) and in the good weather the pavement cafes are full. Its history can be traced back thousands of years to when the Vikings 'invaded' with many local names having Viking roots.  I've put invaded in inverted commas because the invasion seems to have been no more than the norsemen setting up homesteads, marrying into the local population and making a living by farming and fishing.

For the next few thousand years, that was all there was. That and shipwrecks, because the 'village' is on the North West coast of the UK, facing the Irish Sea. And just a bit further down the coast is Liverpool Bay and Liverpool Docks. In the winter the sea can be stormy and uninviting and the skeletons of a few of the ships that were sailing into the port in treacherous weather can still be seen poking out of the sea bed at low tide. How many perished over many years is unknown but by the 1700s there were so many that eventually the Liverpool Dock Master decided something had to be done about it.  

Now as I've said, Formby (Fornebei in its original old Viking/Norse) was a tiny insignificant village. Looking into its past history I'm not sure it can even be called a village as it was more a scattering of farms surrounded by fields and woodland. It did, however, have pretensions! So in 1776 it became the home of the first lifeboat station in the world! 

How many lives the brave lifeboatmen (and they were all men in those days) saved between 1776 and 1916 when it closed, is unknown. Nowadays all that can be seen of what for 150 years was a very active lifeboat station is a pile of stones in the sand, and a small plaque. Formby Village, however, is not going to let its 250th anniversary go by without celebrating it. From 26-28 June there will be concerts, a gospel choir, live music and entertainment in the village, sea creatures, mermaids and King Neptune, and Lifeboat displays. Then, on the final day, there will be a service of thanksgiving led by a former Royal Navy chaplain, followed by a community concert compered by a TV presenter in one of the two local parks. It promises to be a fun weekend, especially for the families with young children who will be able to see a lifeboat up close, as well as having ice cream and their faces painted to, no doubt, a nautical theme.

Everything is free and Formby is gearing up for some fun. There will, of course, be sunshine! 

What those early settlers would make of it is anyone's guess. I think even the lifeboatmen of the 1700-1800s would be startled, but it's good to know that their bravery has not been forgotten. Nor the bravery of the huge dray horses who had to pull the lifeboat from its station across the beach to the sea. Sadly I cannot display any of the very old photos available as they are all copyrighted, but for anyone interested, an online visit to The Formby Civic Society's Flickr account (free) will give you the whole story.

And, for a romance fiction writer, there is a story in there somewhere. I just have to find it.

Being Late by Janet Lane Walters #BWLAuthor #MFRWAuthor #Writing #Accidents #Childhood

 

After reminding myself for a week about doing this ahead of time, I was diverted again and again. So here I am on the due date. What to talk about?

I am approaching a birthday next month when I will be ninety. I remember as a child thinking I would be lucky to reach the age of 65. Why I chose that age, I'm not sure, Perhaps because I saw relatives and friends of the family celebrate when they reached that age. Since I went past what I as a child thought was the oldest anyone could reach, I'm looking forward to next year.

There will be a gathering of friends and family on that day. Will be fun and hopefully not embarrassing with people remembering my klutzy days and the ways I managed to ruin my body. Being accident prone is part of my life. Right now I have a scraped elbow when I missed a small step outside and ended up on the driveway next to the car. Nothing serious other than the scraped elbow. That seems to be how my accidents go. I'm sure there were hundreds of these little accidents when I was a child. My knees usually bore a scar. I used to tell people I was ambi-awkward and that still holds to today.

Enough about bodily harms. Working hard to finish a book I hate. Not someone else's but the one I'm currently working on. Should ahve it ready to go to the publisher soon. So I'll stop this and return to work.

A Watery Stairway to... by J.C. Kavanagh

 

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The stairway goes... up and down. Of course it does. But a watery stairway? The kind you find in a canal? Those stairways are called "locks." And yes, they go up and/or down, depending on which way you're travelling.

Let me explain.

Regular readers know that me and my partner, Ian, are heading home after our sailing adventures to - and in - the Bahamas. An important part of this journey takes us through two canal systems: The Erie Canal and the Oswego Canal. 

Our route home through the Erie Canal System and the connecting Oswego Canal systems (in red)

Remember last month's blog when I wrote about the shallow waters in the Intracoastal Waterway? And our physical reaction to it?

Guess what.

The sphincter pucker reflex was exercised yet again.

Between the 17th lock in Little Falls (a great place to dock) and the 20th Lock in Rome, we grounded our boat three times. That means we hit the bottom. Also stuck to the bottom. We were warned about these shallow spots so we travelled through them in idle mode, letting the current move us. Unfortunately, the suggested route through these sections was incorrect. The Lock 19 area was the worst - it took us about 45 minutes to steer through the muddy impasse. Let me tell you, when we were settled hours later, a glass of wine never tasted so good.

Did you know there are 23 locks in the Erie Canal system, rising 128 metres above sea level (420 feet) to the Rome Lock, and then descending 363 feet to the Three Rivers / Phoenix Lock south of the Oswego Canal? That's the up/down stairway. The Oswego Canal has seven locks spanning 38 kms (almost 24 miles).  

Docked for the night at Little Falls.

Me and our non-sailing sailboat (temporary, though).
The mast must be down in order to travel through the locks and under the dozens of short bridges.
It is snugly positioned on our uniquely designed structure.

To enter a lock, you must radio the Lock Master on your hand-held VHF, channel 13. (The regular antenna is at the top of the mast - but not while it's lying on deck!) When the Lock Master fills (or empties, depending which way you're travelling) the lock chamber, the metal doors will open and you proceed into the lock. There are multiple hanging ropes along both sides of the lock - pick the ones you want to 'hang-on-to' and wait till the lock chamber fills/empties. This is the tricky part. You have to hold the boat away from the slick/slimy/icky walls with a wooden pole while hanging on to the rope to prevent the boat from being pushed to the other side of the lock. My position is at the bow and Ian is at the stern because when the lock doors open, he has to jump to the wheel and throttle to put the boat in gear. Believe me when I tell you the current rushing in/out is strong enough to easily move a 20,000 lb boat.

In this lock, we will be moving upward. This is lock 17 in the Erie Canal system. 
At 12.3 metres (40.5 ft.), it's the tallest lock in the entire New York State Canal system.
It takes six million gallons of water to fill/drain the chamber.

And so our adventure continues as we make our way through the Oswego Canal. We hope to be home in Canada sometime next month.

If you ever wondered where I sourced all my watery adventures in The Twisted Climb series, well, I think you've figured it out. While my sailing adventure has been incredible, there are no paranormal activities like those found in the Dream World and the Un-World. 

At least, not yet.

Stay safe and don't forget to tell the ones you love that you love them.

J.C. Kavanagh, author of
The Twisted Climb - A Bright Darkness (Book 3) Best YA Book FINALIST at Critters Readers Poll 2022
AND
The Twisted Climb - Darkness Descends (Book 2) voted BEST Young Adult Book 2018, Critters Readers Poll and Best YA Book FINALIST at The Word Guild, Canada
AND
The Twisted Climb,
voted BEST Young Adult Book 2016, P&E Readers Poll
Voted Best Local Author, Simcoe County, Ontario, 2021
Novels for teens, young adults and adults young-at-heart
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Summer Reading

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Do your summers slow down? Do you go to the lake, the mountains? the seashore? Do you listen to audiobooks while tending your summer garden? Summer reading holds a special place in my heart. 

Our grandson Des stays with us over the summer. What fun finding a book we can read together each night before bed. Since he loves animals, especially monkeys, I'm thinking The Summer of the Monkeys by Wilson Rawls might be a good fit this summer.

Mom helps Des get his first library card.

I look forward to sharing great tales we used to read with his mother, her sister and brother, too--the Little House books, Anne of Green Gables, the novels of CS Lewis and Madeline L'Engle. 

Do you read a different kind of book in the summer?  What plots intrigue? Wedding weekend drama? Rich people behaving badly? Maybe you're ready for an alien invasion, a richly tapestried historical novel or a generational family saga? Perhaps friends forever tale is more to your liking? Or a good story of summer love?

Whatever your choice, I wish you hours of delight. And maybe a little strawberry shortcake for dessert!