“The camp had taken on the guise of a beautiful amorphous female beast caked in mud and cold and song and firelight, nothing bad could happen there” Brilliant. Just brilliant.
The tension and sheer awkwardness at the door had me squirming. It reads as a microcosm of the mass disruption at Greenham. I can imagine scenes like this playing out in 30,000 households across Britain. Something about the contrast between that bathroom and the scene at the fence really brings it home.
“The camp had taken on the guise of a beautiful amorphous female beast caked in mud and cold and song and firelight, nothing bad could happen there” Brilliant. Just brilliant.
Thanks xx
Can't wait for the next one! 😆
The writing is amazing as always, but honestly, Eleanor I could listen to you, read the phone book!
Ok ok! I don’t do much listening over here, but I’m going to heed Ben’s words and try!
High praise from you, my friend. Must be something to do with the mic 😂🙌. And thank you.
Goosebumps again. That final paragraph is amazing 🤩
I agree!
Excellent as always, Eleanor. It’s been such a joy to read these chapters each week.
Thanks, Willow ❤️
The tension and sheer awkwardness at the door had me squirming. It reads as a microcosm of the mass disruption at Greenham. I can imagine scenes like this playing out in 30,000 households across Britain. Something about the contrast between that bathroom and the scene at the fence really brings it home.
I loved writing that scene
It shows