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Guest Post By Rosy Thornton

My Mailbox Monday post this week takes on a slightly different format to usual. When author Rosy Thornton sent through a beautiful paperback copy of this, her latest book, she also provided copy for a future guest post. However, I hope you will agree, that this eloquently written piece is such a fantastic, evocative introduction to this lovely collection of short stories, that they simply couldn’t be separated, but needed to be published as a single commentary.

This is ‘SANDLANDS

From the white doe appearing through the dark wood to the blue-winged butterflies rising in a cloud as a poignant symbol of happier times, the creatures of the Suffolk landscape move through Rosy Thornton’s delicate and magical collection of stories. The enigmatic Mr Napish is feeding a fox rescued from the floods; an owl has been guarding a cache of long-lost letters; a nightingale’s song echoes the sound of a loved voice; in a Martello tower on a deserted shore Dr Whybrow listens to ghostly whispers. Through the landscape and its creatures, the past is linked to the present, and generations of lives are intertwined.

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Hi! This is ROSY THORNTON

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I have never ventured too far from the small Suffolk village where I was raised, moving just across the border into the neighbouring county of Cambridgeshire for my teaching committments, then back across the divide to Suffolk, where I have made my home in the small village of Blaxhall, with my husband and family, from where we walk the Suffolk sandlings, as often as possible.

I am a lecturer, Tutor and Fellow in Law at Emmanuel College, Cambridge, where I try to be serious now and again. I teach and write on an eclectic mix of topics, including landlord and tenant law, trusts, homelessness, and women and the law.

Until 2004, I had little, or no interest in writing, until I first became interested in, then addicted to ‘Fanfic’. Discovering that, not only did I enjoy participating in the Internet phenomenon, but that I was actually rather good at it, I was spurred on to write my first independent novel.

I like funny, I like warm, and I like writing that is clever and sings.

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“THE ENDLESS SONG”

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There’s a hollow oak tree in the woods close to my Suffolk home which I pass every day when I’m walking with my spaniel. Its trunk is cleft to within a couple of feet of the ground – I suppose it was struck by lightning at some point, or split open by the wind in some long-past storm. It still puts out sickly leaves each spring on one or two outlying branches, but they never darken beyond a pale yellowish-green; its days are obviously numbered. When you move closer, though, you can see inside the riven trunk, deep in the tree’s hollow centre, a thatch of new vegetation – moss and tufted grass and hart’s tongue fern – feeding on the decaying core.

“Nature is ever at work,” wrote John Muir, the naturalist and pioneering environmental campaigner, in 1901, “building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another.”

My oak tree seemed like a tangible manifestation of this natural cycle, this endless song. So I put it into a story. And that story (entitled ‘The Watcher of Souls’) became the centrepiece of my short story collection, ‘Sandlands’, published by Sandstone Press on 21st July 2016.

The sixteen stories which make up the collection are all set in and around my small village of Blaxhall in coastal Suffolk, an area known as the ‘sandlings’ or ‘sandlands’ – hence the title of the book. The natural world with its slowly spiralling seasons, its dying and rebirth, provides an ever-present backdrop to all the tales. It is perhaps not surprising, therefore, that the “rhythmical motion” of the generations, human as well as plant and animal, should form a thread running through the book.

Here is an elderly son walking the same road that his father walked seventy years earlier as a young prisoner-of-war. Here are a botanist daughter, her peace protestor mother and her grandmother, sweetheart to a wartime bomber pilot, all pedalling their bicycles along the same lane to the same stretch of aerodrome wire, where the same flower species grows. Knowledge is passed from parent to child: folk song and fable; the names of birds and butterflies; the ringing of church bells; the filleting of fish. Time whirls and flows, individuals grow old and die but the paths they trod endure.

There are instances of the same phenomenon everywhere you look in the Suffolk countryside. A local bluebell wood has been there since the Domesday Book and possibly for centuries longer. I’ve read that bluebell bulbs have been found which date back to Roman times, putting up fresh shoots every year for two millennia: different flowers but the same bluebells. The ripples in the salt marsh mud take different shapes with each receding tide, but it’s still the same stretch of shore.

So while there might be sadness in my book, and ageing and bereavement and loss, there is also continuity, and perpetual renewal. People, like the natural world of which they are a part, move like ghosts and shadows “out of one beautiful form into another”.

If that all sounds rather mystical, I hope you won’t be too put off. It’s also a book of proper old-fashioned stories, some poignant and sad, some funny, some mysterious – and just one or two a little ghostly!

There’s something about that sharp, unblinking amber eye. ‘Take me off the shelf and open me,’ he’s saying. ‘I dare you!’

Picture of an English red post boxMailbox Monday is a gathering place for readers to share the books that came into their house during the last week. Be warned that Mailbox Monday can lead to envy, toppling TBR piles and humongous wish lists.

Mailbox Monday now has a permanent home, where links may be added each week. So why not stop by, leave a link to your own Mailbox Monday post, oh! and don’t forget to leave a comment for our three new joint administrators, after all, we all like to receive them … ‘Mailbox Monday’

Leslie of ‘Under My Apple Tree’

Serena of ‘Savvy Verse & Wit’

Vicki of ‘I’d Rather Be At The Beach’

This is a great way to plan out your reading week and see what others are currently reading as well… You never know where that next “must read” book will come from!

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