Oliver’s Fish Restaurant
I have been writing a novella this June. In the early days of the month, I sent my Taiwan novel to my writing partners, and began writing something a lot more light-hearted, historical, and undead. This morning, I sketched out the final climactic scenes, and I really hope I can finish it in the next few days. It’s been fun writing George IV, William Blake, and various supernatural beings into the story.
I do wish I had done a little more research before beginning. There is some much to know about your time period, and 1825 is quite an in-between period in English history. After the 18th century and wigs, but before railways and Dickens. How do people light their houses? Who are the police? What clothes do rich young men wear? What is the blend of opium to wine in laudanum?
When I take a break, and don’t feel like sticking to a healthy diet, I walk a little down the hill to the local posh fish and chip shop, Oliver’s. They do great chips, and a great range of fish dishes, the standard battered ones and various grilled.
Today I ordered catfish and chips, and ate it walking home.
It was a happy walk home.