Blog Tour - The Peacock Bottle
Book Spotlight
In this Victorian dual timeline novel, Amelia Wise feels a jolt when she finds a blue perfume bottle in the overgrown garden of the house she has inherited. Several events in her life mirrors those from the past and, with the help of her newfound cousin, Olivia, the bottle's secret is uncovered.
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In my book, The Peacock Bottle, I have tried to convey the atmosphere and sheer beauty of the Lake District, a place in which I feel at home because my paternal ancestors all came from what was Cumberland, now Cumbria.
Even though the two halves of the story are set over fifty years apart, I hope I have expressed in each era how much the Lake District calls to the characters. In this extract, Daisy’s friend is describing her holiday:
Olivia took off her bonnet, grinning. “St Bees was marvellous. Who can resist the
mountain backdrop to the frothing sea that laps against the rocks on the shore?”
The mountains call to me each time I visit on holiday, which is three or four times a year. We travel around, up the mountain passes and along the sides of the lakes, basking in the scenery, especially if it is a sunny day.
In The Peacock Bottle one of the young men who take Daisy and Mary
Jane on a ride to Keswick feels the same way:
The mountains and the fells give me a feeling of contentment here in my gut,” he punched his
belly, “and wonder at the forces of nature.”
Sometimes we stop beside a waterfall and sit on the leaside of the wind
and breathe in the pure mountain air while we eat a picnic.
We stay in the same place in Selside, six miles north of Kendal. The cottages are set in a large garden where deer and hares run around, and there is a fast-flowing river where, occasionally, herons stand, waiting for their prey, and once the flash of blue of a kingfisher surprised us for a fleeting moment. Trees surround the garden, so bluetits, nuthatcheswoodpeckers visit, and even a pair of young tawny owls graced us with their presence on top of the bird table one evening.
Before anybody else is up, I sit with my laptop, looking through the window every now and again to watch the birds, and listen to the lambs bleating, to give me inspiration to write in such a peaceful setting.
In the spring and early summer there are lambs by the hundreds in the fields along the lane. I swear they remember me when I go in the autumn, and they–don’t ‘frolic’ or ‘gambol’, as they have lost their youthful
exuberance by then ̶but they walk towards me, with bright eyes, seemingly smiling in recognition.
Amelia in The Peacock Bottle sees two lambs on her walk into Cockermouth and stops, enchanted, to watch them jumping on and off their mother’s back, until her maid reminds her they will be on the dinner table
in a few months. I don’t eat lamb, even though the lady at the farm shop
told me that by the time they go to market they are ‘troublesome teenagers’.
So why did I add that? The idiosyncrasies of being a writer!
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Married to Don, I have 5 children and 9 grandchildren, I live in Derbyshire, England, and enjoy researching my family tree (having found ancestors as far back as 1465), reading, gardening, playing Scrabble, meals out and family gatherings.
I am the treasurer of my writing club, Eastwood Writers’ Group, and I also write and record Thoughts for the Day for Radio Nottingham. At church I sing in the choir and am an Extraordinary Minister of Holy Communion, a reader, a flower arranger
and a member of the fundraising team for Cafod, my favourite charity. I have written hymns, although I cannot read music.
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The Peacock Bottle
by Angela Rigley
On my blog today I have the pleasure of sharing with you......
The Peacock Bottle
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Author Guest Post
Lambs and mountains
Even though the two halves of the story are set over fifty years apart, I hope I have expressed in each era how much the Lake District calls to the characters. In this extract, Daisy’s friend is describing her holiday:
Olivia took off her bonnet, grinning. “St Bees was marvellous. Who can resist the
mountain backdrop to the frothing sea that laps against the rocks on the shore?”
The mountains call to me each time I visit on holiday, which is three or four times a year. We travel around, up the mountain passes and along the sides of the lakes, basking in the scenery, especially if it is a sunny day.
In The Peacock Bottle one of the young men who take Daisy and Mary
Jane on a ride to Keswick feels the same way:
The mountains and the fells give me a feeling of contentment here in my gut,” he punched his
belly, “and wonder at the forces of nature.”
Sometimes we stop beside a waterfall and sit on the leaside of the wind
and breathe in the pure mountain air while we eat a picnic.
We stay in the same place in Selside, six miles north of Kendal. The cottages are set in a large garden where deer and hares run around, and there is a fast-flowing river where, occasionally, herons stand, waiting for their prey, and once the flash of blue of a kingfisher surprised us for a fleeting moment. Trees surround the garden, so bluetits, nuthatcheswoodpeckers visit, and even a pair of young tawny owls graced us with their presence on top of the bird table one evening.
In the spring and early summer there are lambs by the hundreds in the fields along the lane. I swear they remember me when I go in the autumn, and they–don’t ‘frolic’ or ‘gambol’, as they have lost their youthful
exuberance by then ̶but they walk towards me, with bright eyes, seemingly smiling in recognition.
Amelia in The Peacock Bottle sees two lambs on her walk into Cockermouth and stops, enchanted, to watch them jumping on and off their mother’s back, until her maid reminds her they will be on the dinner table
in a few months. I don’t eat lamb, even though the lady at the farm shop
told me that by the time they go to market they are ‘troublesome teenagers’.
So why did I add that? The idiosyncrasies of being a writer!
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Author Bio
I am the treasurer of my writing club, Eastwood Writers’ Group, and I also write and record Thoughts for the Day for Radio Nottingham. At church I sing in the choir and am an Extraordinary Minister of Holy Communion, a reader, a flower arranger
and a member of the fundraising team for Cafod, my favourite charity. I have written hymns, although I cannot read music.
Social Media Links –
https://www.instagram.com/angelarigleyauthor/
https://www.facebook.com/angierigley/
https://twitter.com/angierigley
www.nunkynoo.yolasite.com
https://wordpress.com/view/authoryantics.wordpress.com
https://www.linkedin.com/in/angela-rigley-b0322741/
https://www.pinterest.co.uk/angelarigley/pins/
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14367596.Angela_Rigley
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