So this is it - the gut wrenching moment when I have to stand up and wave the English version of my baby off into the London world of savage reviews and harsh critics. We've planned a party at Foyles with lots of wine and Marks and Spencers nibbles and jazz musicians and hope lots of friends and book-loving folk will turn up. No speeches, no boring bits, just fun and the hope that someone (or two) will buy a book. Neil is organising the music and the bar and two of my daughters and a friend are doing the food, so it's a family affair. I get incredibly nervous about these things - will anyone come? will there be enough wine? will they all enjoy themselves? All the usual worries of the party-giver.
But I'm determined to celebrate - this book took me ten years from the proposal to the finished product and five solid years of writing and research. It's taken a big chunk of my life. So I will be cracking open the bubbly and saying a big thank you to all those who helped me along the way!
I'll be putting some photos up here at the weekend, once I'm safely back in Appleby.