A discovery of witches: Review

This is a review of the first two episodes of Sky One’s A Discovery of Witches based on the trilogy of books by Deborah Harkness. This article is a personal opinion only.

Firstly I have never read the books or heard of them before seeing there would be a series.

I had first seen a trailer for the upcoming series a couple of weeks ago and I thought this will be good. It seemed enticing and a good story line, exactly what a trailer is meant to do, make you watch the programme. After doing a little research I saw that it was based on a trilogy of books, usually a series translated from book to screen is very good.

The first episode was shown on Friday 14th September, with the second a week later on the 21st. So far I have enjoyed them, as I can see where the plot line may go. But the one problem was that I felt wanting more. For the roughly 45 minutes (approx. without adverts) I felt that there was a lot of walking around, I wanted more action.

So far I understand there is a book which is very important to the existence of creatures. The character of Diana Bishop played by Teresa Palmer (Bedtime stories) is a witch and is the only one to see the book in centuries, now everyone wants it. There is also a vampire called Matthew Clairmont. A charming man played by Matthew Goode (Downtown Abbey). There is a lot of chemistry between the two characters, which is exciting and intriguing.

Overall it looks like it will be a slow burner of a series but it might pick up further down the line. For me it would have been great to see the first two episodes back to back like Sky One have done with other series, rather than wait a week. It looks like a series I will thoroughly enjoy. I am looking forward to seeing more.


Social history of the family

Since doing my family tree I have come across relatives who were part of history from World War One, World War Two and the Boer War. These ancestors of mine were living and breathing during these parts of history. They lived their life and played a part in those moments. History is not just played out in the major incidents and activities, but also in the mundane everyday activities.

This realisation only really caught my attention prominently when I was researching my maternal side of the family, specifically my third great grandparents Joseph and Ann. Both were born in the regency period of 1817 and 1818. Joseph and Ann got married in Buckinghamshire in 1838, after seeing the marriage certificate I learned quite a lot.

Joseph was a labourer in 1838 and his father was also a labourer. Ann was a lace maker in 1838 and her father was also a labourer. Now the year 1838 is important as it was the very start of the Victorian era, where most people worked the lands and did manual jobs like Ann being a lace maker which was at the time a job more than likely done by hand. Fast forward the year to 1851 and Ann is now not just a wife but a mother and stays at home. Whereas Joseph’s occupation is a clue to what is socially happening. Joseph is now a railway driver. As you can see a lot has changed with the introduction of the industrial revolution and the introduction of steam. With this occupation looking at census records they moved around a lot, in the areas of railways. This is just one example of social changes.

A lot socially can be said not just about an occupation whether someone is a miner, tailor or banker (which is quite a high end occupation). Location of where someone lives can speak volumes of the wealth of someone. An inner city area was seen as high in poverty in areas with rows of terrace houses, which did create a sense of community and close knit neighbours.

History is made in not just in catastrophe but in the everyday. The family home, a location of where you live and what job you had speaks volumes nowadays to who our ancestors were and the impact they made.

Three little words

Three little words
That carries so much weight and emotion.
Three little words
That carried a barrage of questions and confusion.
Three little words
That created a vibe, awkwardness between us two.
Three little words
That were taken in jest and seen unkind.
Three little words
That opened Pandora’s Box.
Three little words
That changed us forever.

The priority list

In our minds we all have that to do list. A list of things we need to concentrate on at that point in a particular month. Sometimes our focus is our career, our family and friends, even me time from it all. This is a priority list.

One thing I have learnt about a priority list is there will be certain things that will always take over and when time goes by we realise the focus may have become somewhat tunnel vision approach. I think that this tunnel vision approach for this focus is on the time we spend with family and friends. There is always a cliché of life gets in the way or I am always busy. For me these are viable at some point, but to use them constantly or over use them is a blatant excuse. Or can come across as one.

The point of my post is to highlight how friends or people in your life who are important prioritise you in their life. If you are in contact with some regular then you can presume that you both see each other as an equal priority. But if you are someone who is always in contact with someone and never get a reply or always make the first move the majority of the time then you see them as one, but it is not reciprocated, unfortunate I know. I feel in those cases they message of silence speaks louder than words, just tune into it and in a way it could make you happier realising who breaks through the silence.

Think about it, who is your priority?



Satisfaction of finishing a novel

A while ago I decided that I needed to read more of the classical novels. I decided to read Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre, as I had seen different adaptations I thought it was about time I read the words that inspired these screenwriters.

I started it. I really got into it, with the depth of character, place, and description and of the thoughts, feelings and the perception of the world through Jane’s eyes. I was reading it on hot sunny days and long into the night.

Then one day I just stopped.

I had it on my drawers and it was staring at me with a whisper “Read me”. I knew I had to at some point finish it, but still time went by and it still sat there, that was until a sunny day this bank holiday. As the weather was glorious I thought it was be a great moment to escape into another world. No better than finishing off the book I had started. Over the course of the bank holiday I finished the book of

Even though I knew how the story ends, there was a satisfaction of reading it in great details. It was enjoyable to fully understand and grasp the full motives and personality of a character.


Standing at the crossroads

At a crossroad we all stand at some point in our lives, a signpost in front of my eyes pointing left and right. To the left is a blue sky with white fluffy clouds. A path that is clear and even, clean and bright. The tress at the side of the path are all green and in a neat road. To the right is a different story. It is dark and dismal with black clouds that look like it could rain at any moment. The path has branches in the way. Tress that have fallen down blocking the way, to which you would climb over, trees that overhang and cause a canvas, no brightness, no leaves. The trees look in a permanent winter.

Which path would you choose?

The nice one I presume?

What if I told you that halfway down each path that it all changed, that the nice path became dark, dismal and an eternal winter. That the path that would put you off became clear, with bright blue skies and into a summer haze.

Imagine that these crossroads are like life. That the easy road and the easier choices end up becoming more difficult as time goes on. Yet the more difficult path is similar to the difficult choices and decisions we initially make, create an easier path later on.

Now you know that would you still choose the same path?

Eye of the beholder

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
With a smile and a smoulder
That could melt a heart.
But hide a thousand sins.
For what we see is what we believe,
But it is not necessarily true.

To say to the world to see through what you see,
Is sometimes hard to swallow
As what you say is different from the image you perceive.
For the perception of beauty you seek,
As the thousands sins you may hide cannot be easily seen
For beauty is in the eye of the beholder.