I’ve just spent a fantastic four days in the Lake District, and I’m pleased to report its beauty remains unrivalled. The snow crested peaks of the Langdales and Crinckle Crags provided an alluring sight from the restaurant of our hotel, drawing us out in to the minus temperatures to explore old haunts and find new corners of beauty. Like many authors before me, the Lake District has provided inspiration for my writing, most obviously in the varying landscapes of the Summerlands, but more importantly in the mood of the novel. In creating the welcoming feel of the beginning of A Shadow Falls I am reminded of the roaring fires of cosy pubs such as the Kings Arms in Hawkshead; in the later flight through the forest of Kirik at the end of Sins of the Father I am reminded of dramatically beautiful places such as Sherrifs Wood above Bowness and the difficult woodland at the base of Red Pike. Going back to the Lakes this week has reaffirmed the image I have for the Summerlands, and provided inspiration for chapters not yet written.
Long live the elves!