![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The Water Cure and Blue Ticket, Mackintosh’s two books, leave long tails. It’s within walking distance from her home and coming here, she tells me, “was a nice thing to do in middle of lockdown, be like, ‘Oh, I’m going to go for a three-hour walk and see nobody.’” Outside in late summer, without a facemask in sight, it’s almost possible to forget about the pandemic. It’s hardly as remote as Pembrokeshire, where she grew up, nor the dense Swiss woodland that partially inspired the eventful forest in Blue Ticket, her second – and latest – novel. The location was the author’s choice: there is forestry here as well as stretches of scrubland, where the ghostly remains of long-dead trees pierce the fading light. Sophie Mackintosh and I are headed to the woods. For the first time in hours, a mellow sun emerges through low clouds. The last customers of the day are disembarking at Hollow Pond, the boating lake in Epping Forest. ![]()
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