ONE OF THE DELIGHTS of being at a writers' festival, is that you are certain to bump into one and really, they are the most MAAAARVELOUS story tellers!I was at the Autumn Writers' Exposition at Cookie Island and bumped into Skye Soderstrom who was telling me that she was doing a hill walk I think she called it (the Scottish take delight in tramping the hills I believe), and was taking her ease at a stream, shoes off, tootsies in the water when ...
Who should come by but PRINCE CHARLES!!!!
Apparently the poor King-To-Be (one can only hope Charles), had lost his Jack Russell puppydog and was out looking for the canine when he happened upon our very own Skye.
According to Skye, he was ever-so-friendly and bent down to give her own little doggie a pat, when said dog took exception to the familiarity and took a snap and snarl at the monarch (to be). Apparently Mr. Security (who was busy with the backpacks at the time), made a rush but wasn't needed. (Fortunately Skye doesn't own a pit bull).
She begged with his liege not to be put in the tower, and he reassured her on that point but did mention Orstralia. (Whatever that means!)
NOT CONTENT with one fascinating story, Skye had another - about the time Robbie Coltrane's father saved her life and in gratitude, she is determined to write the Great Scottish Novel and have Mr. Coltrane star!
But I've nattered on long enough, and my boss, the ever-so-lovely James Juno will take a dim view of me taking so much space on something that isn't STRICTLY SL.
Cheers! (And Prince Charles ... my dog is much friendlier than Skye's).
(Photo: My dog Marlo (at left) and her friends Neville and Czar, waiting for Prince Charles to come by).
