Writers at The Watermill
3 – 5 November 2017
At Watermill Cottages, Hansel nr Slapton, Dartmouth, Devon TQ6 0LN
Christine Cooke, writer, poet, blogger & co-owner of Watermill Cottages
Anne Rainbow aka RedPen Mentor & Scrivener Virgin.
Guest speaker is Belinda Seaward,
author of Hotel Juliet and The Beautiful Truth (John Murray).
Do you want to develop your writing voice? Are you a blocked writer?
Would you like to improve your writing, discover techniques to edit your work ready for feedback or print?
Or would you simply enjoy exploring your creativity alongside like-minded people in a stunning location with all your meals prepared? If so, then this weekend is for you.
With Christine, who lives in the beautiful Gara Valley, develop your voice in creative writing sessions. Then explore how nature and found materials inspire our creative process with a guided literary walk around the valley and writing in the wild.
By the fireside, share author Belinda Seaward’s story of how she developed her ideas into a finished draft and found a publisher. How do you get published? She’s happy to answer your questions.
Learn from Anne how to edit your writing to produce a professional, finished piece of work ready for feedback or for print. The weekend includes a one-to-one session with Anne giving you considered feedback on your writing that you submit earlier.
Imagine: a room of your own. In an atmospheric, comfy stone cottage by an historic 18thC former watermill and stream in 20 acres of south Devon’s AONB. Virtually untouched by the modern world, the coastal Gara Valley has a unique and inspirational literary history. Far from the madding crowd you’ll find yourself immersed in revitalising natural energy. It’s a full moon that weekend.
All your meals & refreshments are included, freeing you to be creative. Lunch & supper are home-cooked using locally grown organic standard ingredients. Breakfast is at your leisure in your cottage. Cake is baked by Emily of Queen Bee Cakes.
Accommodation, facilitation, tuition, speaker, food, refreshment, materials & log fires are included in the price of £475. There are just ten places. And you’re welcome to stay on to write or relax for the rest of the week at no extra cost on a self-catering basis.
To book your place or register your interest please email Christine at firstname.lastname@example.org
More information, testimonials & biographies at www.journeywords.co.uk/writingworkshops
Slow Nature Wild Words
|The Gara Valley
Fri 15 Nov – Sun 17 Nov 2013
A residential rural writing weekend in the heart of the unspoilt Gara Valley in south Devon close to Slapton Sands.
Exploring our natural processes of creation and writing in response to our felt sense of nature in thirteen acres of unspoilt coastal valley that’s virtually untouched by the modern world. Far from the madding crowd away from the white noise of TV, mobiles and WiFi, time and space to attune to natural rhythms.
- James Crowden inspiring words as we walk the byways of the Gara Valley
- new ways of creative expression through the resonance of woods, winds, walks and water
- footscapes, landscapes, soundscapes, wordscapes
- space to unearth lost, found, forgotten, new & old rhythms
- sessions on raw & found materials, creating across disciplines, collaborative writing…
- nourishment for creativity, body, spirit and soul
- Full programme here
A room of one’s own in shared old stone cottages that are part of an historic 18th Century former watermill at Watermill Cottages, Hansel, nr Slapton, Dartmouth, South Devon TQ6 0LN.
Click the link for full details of the glorious setting at Watermill Cottages in the Gara Valley.
Just 12 places. Residential, two days and nights, all food, accommodation and tuition.
Check-in 15:00 Friday and checkout by 18:00 Sunday – or stay longer if your fancy takes you, just ask.
Biographies here for leaders and facilitators.
To book or for more information please email email@example.com or call Christine on 01803 770219
Or take a look at Slow Nature WIld Words website
|Higher North Mill
A Left Bank event with Watermill Cottages
Are you going to have the chance of a real break this summer?
I did, when, last week, my son Josh and I headed for the Gara valley in Devon for four days at Watermill Cottages, owned by my dear friend Christine and her partner, John.
Descending for six full minutes from the village of Slapton, through a high-hedged one-car-wide lane, towards Higher North Mill, reminded us of going down a rabbit hole. To discover a real Wonderland in which to play on our arrival was sublime.
Then I had a big shock… no wifi in our cottage, no TV and the nearest mobile signal was a 20 minute steep glute-loving climb up to what Christine calls ‘Texting Corner’. “Go on, Mum! I dare you!” Josh challenged me. “See if you can go a week without logging on.”
I knew Christine and John had working wifi next door but I resisted temptation and indeed took a week off.
Within just 24 hours I had a thumping headache, which, I am pretty sure, was due to the toxins leaving my body, but then I entered a state of such mindfulness and bliss that I never wanted to leave.
Poetry swirled round my head. Endlessly, lines from WH Davies, Wordsworth, Edward Thomas and my new love Anthony Anaxagorou, replaced the inane chatter, and slowly I was reminded of what really mattered to me in life – words, rhyme, metaphor, meaning, nature and laughter.
Just four days down the rabbit hole and suddenly I saw everything clearly again. And I wrote and wrote and wrote.
They say TV is ‘chewing gum for the mind’. Now I know it’s true. Take away technology and magically, out of the tangle of wires I found myself again. And it was good.
“Oh, no. Back to reality tomorrow,” I said to John on our last night, as we sat by his woodburning stove, singing along to him on guitar and Josh on double bass.
“Maybe this is reality,” said John.
Valley of the Senses
Once upon a childhood dream
I searched for fairies by a stream
and hunkered low by waterfalls,
listened for the swallow’s call,
dressed in week-old mucky clothes,
felt wet grass on sandalled toes,
sucked honey from the nettle flower,
inhaled the mist that filled the air.
And so today I push my tired hair behind deafened ears,
brace my blinded eyes
and remind myself to breathe,
in and out through my heart,
to ignore the constant chatter of my
tinnitus and monkey mind.
Christine writes: If you’d like to find what Jo found here, join me on a creative writing weekend on 3-5 November 2017, Writers at The Watermill