I’m kind of surprised that I don’t seem to have a post on Foulridge Reservoir, but given I recently walked around it I will remedy that. Although it’s not a very long post because it’s a very simple walk.
Foulridge is a village in east Lancashire, and is actually home to multiple reservoirs, but I’m referring to Foulridge Lower Reservoir, which is the largest and is the one which feeds into the canal, and the others are to feed into this one. It’s also called Lake Burwain, but I’ve never actually heard anyone call it that.
Anyway. On this occasion we did the walk differently to usual. Normally we’d walk down Langroyd Road, where a path breaks off that leads down to the reservoir, walk round the reservoir to the sailing club, then either continue on around the other side or go back into Foulridge proper along the road. This time we started at the sailing club. You can park on Reedymoor Lane and walk up to the reservoir from there.
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This was supposed to be a post about writing believable and effective dialogue, but it’s ended up being more about the various purposes dialogue can serve in a story. And very rambly. I promise when I’m actually writing a story I don’t ramble so much – or at least, it gets cut out in the redraft. But I think it’s slightly more acceptable in a blog, if it’s all mostly on-topic. That’s my excuse.
Anyway, I did delete the several paragraphs of introduction, so I’ll dive right in now. What purpose can dialogue serve?
It can be used to give exposition, tell the reader some information about the characters, the setting, or the backstory. A common writing tip I see is that slipping details into dialogue is better than just putting an infodump in the narrative, and it is. But for the first tip I will give here, I’ll say that it’s quite easy to fall into a trap of still doing an infodump, just in dialogue, which I’d say is worse, just because it’s hard to write it in a way that feels warranted and not clunky.
Another problem that can come up – and indeed double up with the infodumping – is characters telling eachother things they already know. That seems an obvious thing not to do, but I’ve certainly found myself tempted to have a character say something like “Remind me again what the plan is?”, or “So what’s the deal with that place again?”. I don’t think that’s automatically terrible, but you can only have so many forgetful characters before it starts to become a bit conspicuous. This is one reason why so many works have a newcomer character who doesn’t know a lot more – if anything – about the situation than the readers, and therefore needs a lot of things explaining to them.
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No matter what happened to you
You never felt afraid,
You laughed at the thought of danger
You thought you were so brave.
But really, you were arrogant;
You thought nothing could touch you,
You saw the world as a playground
And you never had a clue
That you were heading for deep water.
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Arnside Knott is a small hill in, as the name suggests, Arnside. While in Arnside, I climbed this small hill.
There are multiple ways up the Knott. I now know two, but I saw so many random paths up there, and I’ve no idea which ones join up, which ones come down where. I’ll just do my best to describe the routes we took. I would not advise trying to take direction from my descriptions of walks.
So we walked along Red Hills Road, which, according to Google Maps, turns into New Barnes Road at some point. It’s at the apparent point where the name changes that Knott Lane comes off, and, as the name implies, this is the way to the Knott.
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I posted some pictures from my break in Arnside, so now I shall ramble about said break.
So, Arnside. Arnside is a village that was once a fishing port, and is now reasonably popular among tourists. There’s not that much for a holiday resort in way of shops and stuff, but that’s OK. The main attraction is in the landscape. It is part of the Arnside and Silverdale Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, and it is extremely pretty, and there’s a distinctive edge to a lot of the landscape.
For example, one thing I noticed was the weird trees. Most of them are normal looking, but there’s a noticeable amount of odd ones. They look like they’ve been blown to one side by a strong wind, then frozen in that moment. I’m sure there’s a reason for this, but I don’t know what. All I know is that I really liked the way the trees look.
Arnside is situated on Morecambe Bay, on the Kent Estuary. As is the general rule of Morecambe Bay, the beach is a dangerous one, with sinking sand and a tide that comes in quickly. There’s even a siren letting you know when it’s coming.
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