Julie wasn't too well today, so I had an emergency dash home in the afternoon to provide husbandry nursing and care. I sent her to bed. After this moment of excitement I was left downstairs, perusing my new book, in between popping up and checking on the invalid.
I love the Anne Lister story, and have mentioned it already in this year long diary. I'll not be as productive as Anne, producing her 4 million + words in 27 huge diaries. But I am doing my bit. This book by Jill Liddington who has researched Anne for years is fascinating as it delves deeper into the landowner Anne, specifically in the late 1830's. Since the BBC Gentleman Jack series her ascendancy in the public sphere has risen. Like all TV series it'll be a blip and by next month many of the recent convert LGBT followers will have moved onto pastures new. But for me, I'm now in the long haul. This eve of the Victorian era world I find just fascinating and as I sat in the garden in the evening reading my book, I became lost in a world, far different to our own. Yet what fascinates me is if I catapult time forward from Anne by 100 years, 1930 is just an older version of today. 1830 however is more akin to 16th Century Britain. History is absolutely enthralling, and my new friend Anne is enchanting me more than I ever though at the beginning of the year.
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