From One Old Wreck to Another…

Well, it serves me right for trying to keep fit, I suppose… I’ve cracked a metatarsal while attempting to do Couch to 5K. I’m really cheesed off as I’d got to the stage of running (albeit pretty slowly) for 25 minutes non-stop, and was beginning to enjoy it. (And there’s a sentence I never expected to write.) So at the moment, I’m pretty immobile.

However, this does have its advantages when you’re an author who’s trying to research the next non-fiction book and at the same time edit a new draft of a novel. It’s much harder to procrastinate when you can’t go out for a walk…

For the past couple of days I’ve been reading a fascinating book about shipwrecks and wreck divers, which has been most diverting and full of amazing facts. (And strangely appropriate that I should be reading about wrecks, I’ve just realised.) Did you know, for instance, that a Roman wreck has been found off the coast of Brazil? Or that one of the ships from the Spanish Armada lies wrecked in Tobermory Bay on the Isle of Mull?

I can remember the excitement when the Mary Rose was raised from the seabed. Until then I hadn’t even realised there was such a thing as marine archaeology, but my goodness, it sounds fascinating. And dangerous…

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