August 29, 2005
The Akhenaten Adventure
I think this is a picture of Alan. As you can see he is a Rottweiler. Or it could be a picture of Neil. It's rather hard to remember. I don't have any pictures of the two dogs together since they could never abide to sit next to each other when a camera was produced. John renamed the two dogs Winston and Elvis. You can see why.
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Cornwall
Another shot of the standing stones in my Cornish garden.
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Cornwall
This is a picture of the standing stones at the bottom of my garden. We have no idea how old they are. It'snot exactly Stonehenge, but they have a magical quality, especially at night.
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August 21, 2005
The Akhenaten Adventure
This is a Stela like the one that Hussein Hussaout and his son, Baksheesh find in The Akhenaten Adventure.
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The Edinburgh Book Festival
P.B.Kerr signing books at the Edinburgh Book Festival in August 2005.
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The Edinburgh Book Festival
P.B.Kerr appearing at the Edinburgh Book Festival, August 2005.
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The Blue Djinn of Babylon
This is the Peregrine falcon who appears in the Blue Djinn of Babylon.
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The Akhenaten Adventure
The Shabti collection owned by Mrs Coeur de Lapin. The ancient Egytpian Pharoahs believed that Shabti figures would be their servants in the afterlife. Good idea. I wouldn't mind some servants in this life let alone the next one.
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The Akhenaten Adventure
This is the polar bear who chases Groanin and Mister Rakshasas at the North Pole. It's not a very good shot I'm afraid as, well, I was rather nervous that he might eat me if I got too close. Polar bears will eat anything that moves. Even authors.
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The Akhenaten Adventure
This is one of the 'white' tigers who tore off Mister Groanin's arm in the British Museum Library, and then ate it before being shot by the RSPCA. He was stuffed, mounted and sold to the Chambers Street Museum in Edinburgh. He's not as white as Mister Groanin remembered. In fact he's not white at all. Trust Groanin to exaggerate.
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August 15, 2005
Author at Work
This is me at my desk in my writer's hut. The picture was taken by Chubby. There is no electricity in the hut and if it gets a bit dark I use a storm lantern which you can see on the desk. You can also see my thermos flask, full of coffee, my binoculars to view the birds on the lake, and a short wave radio to keep in touch with the house. Oh yes, and I'm actually writing something, too. What you can't see are all the spider's webs. Spiders seem to like my hut a lot. Look closely at my wristwatch and you'll be able to tell what time the picture was taken.
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August 01, 2005
Another view of the writing hut
Inside the writing hut. Not much writing getting done by the look of things.
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Writing hut
This is my writing hut in Cornwall. It's more of a shack really. I saw pictures of Roald Dahl's writing hut and thought it looked like a nice little cottage. Anyway, that one was made of brick. Mine is just wood and corrugated iron. There's no electricity and I use an oil lamp for lighting. There's a nice view of a small lake out front, where duck and heron sometimes drop in for a swim.
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