Evonne: On the Run

pad3I’ve just come back from a quick visit to London. I always claim these trips are ‘running away to the wicked city.’

Running away is an evocative idea. There can’t be many people who have not stood under a departure board at some time and briefly  wondered about selecting a destination and just getting on the next train/boat/bus/plane.  You can run away from, run away to, run away with

A lot of characters in books are on the run in one way or another – from a threat, from an old life – when the book opens so many heroines are on the brink of a different life. They may be starting over (now that has a familiar ring to it) – but usually with plenty of baggage that somehow creeps into the new story. And it’s not just being physically on the run – it can be mental distance – a character who is in denial about the past, one who is trying to forget, to live down an event, to break with destructive behaviour, simply to live a different kind of life.

The choice of destination is often crucial to the story. Characters coping with a new lifestyle are interesting to write and to read. I like to send mine to beautiful places, then pull the rug out from under them, but that’s just me.

So – it’s Friday. The weekend is looming. Tonight thousands of people will be getting on planes, boats, trains, buses – or into their cars – to make a journey. If you were going on the run – where would you go?

15 thoughts on “Evonne: On the Run

  1. Good post…..great photo!
    For me the running away moment is standing on the beach, the sea satin smooth, the sun just rising – that’s the moment I wish there was a boat waiting for me to get in and sail away – don’t care where, just away.

  2. I’m fed up with grey skies so I’d love to run off to somewhere sunny! On the running away theme, whenever I hear about couples running off together as in ‘he/she ran off the milkman’ (if anyone still has a milkman to run off with)I always have a mental picture of them hand-in-hand hoofing it down the street at top speed!

  3. Like Chris I’m fed up with the weather and would choose to escape to somewhere sunny. Maybe I’ll do what the heroine in my work-in-progress is doing, run away to India. Mind you, she does it for totally different reasons….

  4. Italy – I love Italy and haven’t been there for far too long. I revisit it in fiction, though – and that’s my usual running away destination, my WIP.

  5. I love airports. I adore the excitement of being about to set off for a diferent location.

    Where would I go if I were on the run? Probably to the nearest police station, to hand myself in and hope that the sentence was short so that I could soon return home – there’s no place like home. It’s a cliché for a good reason.

    Liz X

  6. Lovely post Evonne. Yes, I am one of those that has imagined – particularly at airports – what it would be like just to get on a random plane and ‘take off.’ Even now, I imagine doing it with my hubs and kids. A year out with us all travelling the world, nothing planned in advance – just moving on when the fancy takes us. As you can see – I am such a realist! I think we’d start in the Maldives where my husband proposed all those years ago. In reality – it’s a week in Wales for us this year 🙂 Evonne, Chris – I gather the sun isn’t shining over there at present?

  7. Sounds good to me, Evonne! I’d just go, without any particular destination in mind, and see where I ended up! Wish I’d done that pre-marriage/kids/etc. Maybe when we’re all pensioners, we should take off for a year together?

  8. I detect a theme – sunshine. Never mind being pensioners – I want to go now!!! (As you will guess, Sarah – my bit of Wales is not sunny at the moment – although at least it is not hissing down.)

  9. Great post. Yes, running away is always greener on the other side…er…if you get my meaning. But if I had a choice, it would be Monument Valley Utah. I find the place so inspiring and a bit of desert air and stunning scenery beats this fifty shades of grey I can see outside my window today.

  10. This put me in mind of two things – both from the days when people rarely travelled beyond their own village – though one brave woman I am told used to walk to London to go shopping and walk back again from – wait for it – Keswick, some 300 miles. That was in 1777 or thereabouts. No, not walking to London, but how about the young morose, late teenage male bored with life on the farm when the recruiting sergeant and a drummer turn up and off your lad goes, full of hope, to see the world, not caring who is left behind. Or his sister who marries into a new life an unwalkable distance away and so must say goodbye to her family, many of whom she won’t see again. But there is a Road Home, a Homecoming, a Life after Excursion.

  11. Hi Fennie – you’ve struck a chord on leaving home, something I’ve got in mind for a future post. Considering the problems with travel, it is surprising how people did manage to get about when transport mostly relied on horses, or feet!

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