Ancestral Fields

Just got back from a long-overdue walk through the ancestral fields, a small farm atop a hill a few miles from where we now live, the place my dad grew up in. First port of call at home: the bathroom, to wash a great splat of bird poop out of my hair. Thanks, Dad! More …

Viral craziness

Whom or what can we trust? What’s real news, what’s panic-inducing fake news or plain manipulation? Which statistics have any real meaning? Or are they all largely meaningless, carefully crafted to prove whatever is deemed best by whoever presents the numbers? And how come everyone who disagrees with the mainstream is labelled a ‘conspiracy theorist’? …

Not another midlife crisis story!

When I write a book, the characters kind of move in with me. I can't help it - they come to life in my heart and mind and only spill out onto the page when they are good and ready. Luckily, I really like most of them, otherwise this could get a bit tricky!