Many thanks to all those readers who commented/emailed me during the run of the Poacher series. Writers thrive on feedback and I am truly grateful that so many took the time and effort to contact me.
A couple of readers suggested my 'reuse of Tarzan movies' could have come from a scene in a Tarzan and/or Bomba the Jungle Boy film, depicting an execution by being torn in half by trees. I may have seen that particular film at the 'Fleapit' in Portobello Road, but I am talking mega years ago, and I have trouble remembering what I saw on telly last night. It's more likely that the tree thing, the impaling, and the elephant thing were filched from GMF's Flashman books!
It is ten days since the final chapter of Poacher's Progress was posted on Sol and as forecast, I have done sweet FA. I discovered I have no head for heights, which put the mockers on sky diving and bungee jumping. Bog snorkelling will have to wait until rivers recede and fields become boggy rather than six feet underwater. Wicker bottomed chair repairing has ruined my nails, and that too has been given the elbow. So, to keep me from turning into a bloated mass of rank unwieldy woe there's nothing for it but to go back to writing. Not immediately, but I'm turning a few ideas over in my head.
Definitely no more sagas like 'Poacher's Progress' or 'Over the Hills and Faraway'. I am of an age when every new day is a bonus, to devote years to a project would be tempting fate.
I have a title for the first chapter of a story and the final sentence of the last chapter; all that is needed now is the bit in the middle.
Regards
Jack