Happy birthday, sweet Junkets!

Among the many reasons to celebrate today, it is Keats' birthday. He was born 215 years ago! Darling man...

I have celebrated by getting back into my little project of turning my Keats novel into a script, which I will then send to the BBC Writers Room. It is very sad to look back at my previous entries on Keats and realise that pretty much a year has gone by without me making any progress at all. Yet looking back through the novel, it's a tale I still believe in with characters I still love. So it's really time that I gird up my loins and send it back out into the world. I will try to get the script done before work reclaims all my time and energy!

Anyway! Here's a wonderful painting inspired by Keats' poem La Belle Dame sans Merci, by Frank Cadogan Cowper.

 

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?