Showing posts with label the Prince's Head. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the Prince's Head. Show all posts

Friday, January 31, 2025

What We're Writing: Debs Says Sometimes Authors Just Gotta Have Fun

DEBORAH CROMBIE: I have been amusing myself in the latest scene in Kincaid/James #20. I finally have moved (inched) the plot along to scenes I have always intended to set in Richmond. I had been drawn to this western part of Greater London (Richmond, Twickenham, Teddington Lock,)  along the course of the Thames, since before the huge popularity of streaming series Ted Lasso. No, I haven't actually been working on this dratted book since 2020! But we didn't have Apple TV then and I don't think we watched the first season of Ted Lasso until maybe summer of 2022, by which time the book was definitely percolating.

For those who haven't seen the series, an American football coach is hired to coach a failing English soccer team called the Richmond Greyhounds, and while not all the purported Richmond scenes were filmed in Richmond (several of the exterior locations were actually filmed in Notting Hill) some of the real Richmond locations became iconic. 

Ted's fictional flat is in the little alleyway that Gemma walks through in the scene below. The pub known as The Crown and Anchor in the series is actually The Prince's Head, below.




Richmond Green, and these iconic red phone boxes, were used repeatedly in all three seasons.






Of course, since the series, The Prince's Head has become a fan destination--and the pub has made the most of it!

Here I am in the "Ted Lasso corner."




Having just eaten what looks like a massive plate of triple-fried chips and something--fish, maybe? Some fellow Ted Lasso fans (from Australia!) took the pic.

In this snippet, Gemma samples the chips. She's following leads in Richmond with her new detective sergeant, Davey Butler, who she suspects might not be all he appears to be.

They found a spot in a multi-story carpark in Richmond town center and walked towards the Green. “There are a couple of pubs to choose from,” Davey Butler told Gemma. Once out of the car, he seemed more relaxed, almost jaunty as he led the way around a small church and then through narrow paved alleys with little shops and boutiques.

“I don’t know Richmond,” said Gemma. “Bit on the far side of London for me, growing up.”

“I came here a good bit. Night out with the lads, impress a date. Bit pricey for drinking, though,” Butler added, and Gemma liked that he’d had to consider the cost. The sun felt warm on her shoulders and the whole place had a festive feel, with the colored pennants strung across the alleyway moving gently in the breeze. They came to the alleyway’s end and suddenly the Green was before them.

“Oh!” Gemma exclaimed. “How lovely!” They stood at the edge of a wide paved area, bordered by a narrow street, and beyond that, huge trees marked the edge of the wide, grassy expanse of the Green. People sat on benches or lay on blankets in the grass, and in the distance, Gemma saw a group playing a desultory lunchtime game of football.

“There’s The Prince’s Head, just here, and The Cricketers a bit further along,” said Butler, and Gemma realized they had come out of the alleyway right at the first pub.

“This looks fine, don’t you think?” The shadowy interior looked cool after the warmth of the sun, and Gemma realized suddenly that she was starving.

Since they were on the late side of lunch, they easily found a table in a front window where they could look out over the Green. Gemma perused the menu while Butler fetched drinks from the bar. When he returned, she took an unladylike gulp of her fizzy water with lime. The sun and too much coffee had ganged up to give her a terrible thirst and the beginnings of a headache.

“Non-alcoholic. Cheers,” said Butler, raising a half pint of beer to her. “It’s much better than it used to be.”

 “I’ll take your word for it,” Gemma told him. “Not much of a beer drinker.”

When they’d both ordered food at the bar, Gemma settled back into her seat and admired the view. “This is nice. Have you been here often?”

“Occasional nights out with the lads. A few dates. It’s a bit off my usual manor as well.”

“I should bring my husband here for a dinner date some night, assuming we ever manage to have a date.” Gemma sighed.

“It must be challenging. Both of you in the job, and three kids, you said?” Butler’s expression was open, friendly, and if he was digging, she’d given him the opening.

“We’re a blended bunch. His son, my son, and our foster daughter. We’ve finally given in and hired a part-time nanny, but I feel like a bloody yummy mummy even admitting to such a thing,” she added with a grin.

“Sounds right bougie,” Butler agreed, and they laughed. “You can just say ‘child minder.’ That removes a bit of the stigma.”

“Just don’t spread the ‘nanny’ word around at the nick,” Gemma said easily, thinking that she’d know soon enough if he did. She’d made her overture, but she wasn’t about to tell him any more of their personal details.

Butler nodded. “Right, boss.” After a moment’s hesitation, he began, “Your foster daughter—” but just then their food arrived and the moment was lost.

I haven't actually mentioned Ted Lasso, because it won't mean anything to non series fans, and also because I hope people will still be reading my books in some distant future when Ted Lasso will have faded into no more than a cultural footnote. (There was this show about ethics and kindness and good sportsmanship...)  But the references made me smile.

Readers, do you have favorite Easter eggs in books?

And in a totally unrelated question, how do you feel about exclamation points? I was taught in writing classes that you should never use them, but I think that's silly. Of course they can be overdone, but why waste a perfectly good punctuation mark? In this snippet, it seemed weird to end Gemma's exclamations with periods.

Oh, and a progress report: a couple of weeks ago I passed the 50,000 word mark in this manuscript, so I can now at least say that I am on the downslope!

P.S. By weird coincidence, I'd just started re-listening for the umpteenth time (don't judge, these books are my comfort listens) to the first Ben Aaronovitch Rivers of London book, published in 2011 although I didn't read it until a couple of years later. And there, at the beginning of Chapter 4, is my introduction to Richmond and Eel Pie Island. :-)

Friday, August 16, 2024

Debs Takes an Elizabethan Detour

DEBORAH CROMBIE: This post should possibly be called "What Debs Is Not Writing" but I think we'll be kinder than that! I'm still recovering from my back surgery on July 1st, and although all is going well, I'm frustrated by the fact that I still can't sit for more than about half an hour--and even more frustrating, I'm still not able to sit comfortably in my computer chair. But, meanwhile, I'm camped out on my living room sofa with my laptop, trying to pick back up where I was in Kincaid/James #20 when all of my back nonsense started.

I've also been rereading/relistening to Deborah Harkness's All Souls series, and am now halfway through SHADOW OF NIGHT, the second book and possibly my favorite. In it, the protagonists time-travel back to London in 1590, meeting all sorts of Elizabethan luminaries. (Harkness is a historian, so the details of life in the time period are wonderful.) In one scene, Matthew and Diana visit Queen Elizabeth I's court in Richmond Palace.

Richmond Palace fronting the River Thames.’ A 1765 engraving by James Basire

Richmond!
Writerly attention flags jumped out and smacked me upside the head! Some of my characters live in Richmond! Parts of the book are set all along the Thames at Richmond, Twickenham, and Teddington. I made several research visits to Richmond on my last trip to London! Why did I not associate Richmond with the royal residence of Queen Elizabeth I? 


Down the research rabbit hole I went, learning that it was in part because the palace was almost entirely destroyed by Oliver Cromwell and his minions in the decade between 1650 and 1660. It was a favorite residence of Elizabeth's, however--she died there in 1603--and the palace has a fascinating history both before and after the Elizabethan period. 


The Gatehouse

Only a few walls remain, incorporated into later buildings designated The Gatehouse, The Wardrobe, and the Trumpeter's House due to their association with the vanished parts of the palace. All are now private residences. In 2020 you could have bought a three bedroom apartment in The Wardrobe for just under 4 million pounds!




Then, when I looked at Richmond Palace on the map, I realized I had been a stone's throw from the site! I had drinks at The Prince's Head (the Crown and Anchor in Ted Lasso,) I walked across Richmond Green and down Old Palace Lane to the Thames, never realizing that I was setting foot on what was once an actual palace.



The Prince's Head

I have no idea how this little historical side trip of mine will fit into K/J #20, but I have no doubt it will, if only as a bit of scene-setting local color. I started college as a history major, so this is all catnip to me. 

How grand the palace must have been!



A model of Richmond Palace in the Museum of Richmond

It may seem as though I've been wandering in the weeds, but it's these little tidbits and associations that spark my imagination and make me want to be IN the book--and I very much hope readers will feel the same way.

How about it, dear Reds and readers, do you like to know the background of settings in books? And who wants to go in on that flat??


Sunday, July 2, 2023

Sharing a Little Research

DEBORAH CROMBIE: I've had ten days in London, with another nine-ish to go, so I thought I'd share some of the highlights of this trip so far. Of course I've had a research agenda for the book-in-progress, as well as revisisting some much-loved and always useful places.

Writers sometimes get crazy ideas. (Well, maybe more than sometimes...at least in my case.) For reasons that pertain to the plot, I was interested in setting parts of the book along the Thames, west of London. I can't seem to get away from water and boats--maybe too much reading of The Wind in the Willows as a child! But everything about the Thames fascinates me. Did you know that the Thames is tidal as far up as Teddington Lock? And that seals have been sighted as far west as Richmond? 

When I started investigating that part of the river, I discovered that there's an island in the river at Twickenham (west of Richmond) called Eel Pie Island. 



It's only accessible via a footbridge over the river, and is famous for its boatyards and artists studios. The island was home to a popular inn from the 1750s and it's thought the name most likely comes from the popular eel pies served there. 



But it's perhaps most notorious for the Eel Pie Island Hotel, a genteel 19th century venue that hosted jazz bands in the 1920s and 1930s, then, under new ownership in the 1960s, some of the most famous acts in rock-n-roll history. The Rolling Stones played there, the Who, the Yardbirds, Jeff Beck, Pink Floyd--the list goes on! By 1970 Eel Pie had become the largest hippie commune in the UK.

But, alas, that little bit of paradise was short-lived. The hotel grew increasingly run down, the owner couldn't afford the repairs, and in 1971 the place burned down in a mysterious fire.

The island still has a sort of arty-hippy vibe, and it's wonderfully atmospheric. Walking the green-arched footpath through the center feels like being in a secret world. But the best thing is that it's just exactly what I was imagining, but better. 


We will see where this bit of research leads! 

As a bonus, I went to Richmond and got to visit some Ted Lasso haunts. Here's the Prince's Head, which Ted Lasso fans will know as the Crown and Anchor.


I didn't go in for a drink as it was packed! The show has been a big boon for business in Richmond.

I've also been back to Little Venice, another setting from the book-in-progress, and was glad to see that I've got things right in the book so far. I feel very precariously balanced, however, between having accomplished some things and having so much more to do, with the days flying by. And of course I don't know what unanticipated things I'll need to know as I get farther along in the book.

The flip side of that is knowing that unplanned things; Romeo and Juliet, a trip to west Sussex, a trip to Bath, the horrible Friday night traffic in the West End, a croque monsieur in Covent Garden, may well have their parts to play, too.

REDS and readers, have you written or read about someplace you didn't know, and then found that the real thing more than lived up to expectations?

(The first place that popped into my mind was Oxford.)