Friday, November 24, 2017

Anya Paris Re-published

Anya Paris has been re-published in a brand-new coat of paint. It has been re-edited and produced in a completely different cover - a design taken from a number of suggestions and finally chosen by the publisher - to my delight one depicting a painting by me. This is a picture of Foxsteads, the family house featured in the novel and like the story itself is pure fiction but based on historical fact. I hope this new image will promote fresh appeal for the novel, as I wish it all the luck in the world on its new journey.


Sunday, May 28, 2017

High Seas


We have just returned from a transatlantic voyage to New York and back on the Queen Mary 2 - an amazing experience, which after over a year of struggling with health issues, was therapeutic in the extreme, with heaps of dressing up, entertainment and superb dining - pure luxury. And sailing into New York harbour past the Statue of Liberty was utterly iconic! We had just one day to spend in New York itself, which had changed greatly since our last visit in 1988, and gave us an opportunity to visit Ground Zero to pay our respects - a very moving experience. What a voyage - not least as a celebration of our 59th Wedding Anniversary, and of being thoroughly spoilt!

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Old Friends

A curious thing happened when friends of mine took a river cruise on the Danube and noticed a lady sitting on deck reading The Cilento Dove. They approached her and told her that they knew the author. ‘So do I,’ she replied, ‘although we haven’t been in contact for forty years.’ Well, we have now! Many years and miles away in Northumberland when we were neighbours and our children the best of friends we saw a great deal of each other. But we moved down to Somerset and they to the Borders and life being what it is contact was lost. So via our daughters we are now back in touch - and all because of a novel taken on holiday. And that is very nearly as strange as fiction!

Monday, October 21, 2013



The Cilento Dove has now been published and my talk at the Sherborne Literary Festival followed by an event at the Stalbridge Library - which turned out to be a delightful event - both went well. There the members had brought wine and delicious canapés and and there were flowers on my table which they insisted I should take home. I was very touched by all their kindness.
The event at Winstone’s Book Shop in Sherborne was excellent too - wine and canapés (by Raymond) - and a real party atmosphere. I had thought I was meant to be playing the leading roll of the evening, but Raymond’s cheese straws definitely won the day! Huge thanks to everyone. It was a great evening.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

In the Beginning


I’m often asked why I wanted to write fiction - and I’m still struggling to find a definitive answer. The desire to tell a story - to delve into the realms of the imagination - is hard to define. It simply exists.

The first seeds of Anya Paris were sown many years ago when I landed as a newly-wed in the far northeast of England. Coming from a small seaside town in Sussex, a classic never-been-north-of-Watford girl - or more accurately beyond the Wembley television studios from which my ITV company transmitted - I found myself in a very different world. But beyond the immediate industrial landscape of coal mines and shipyards which initially shocked my system, I discovered the windswept wide-open spaces of Northumberland. I was captivated by its wild contours, its colourful history and border legends, and I think perhaps from that moment writing fiction was practically inevitable.

Anya Paris is in many ways a testament to my affection for the area. Predominantly it is a love story, with the added dimension of a mystery involving an art scam - not so much a whodunnit as a did-she-do-it, which I hope keeps the pages turning. It is quite simply the novel I promised myself I’d write when I first set foot on the Roman Wall.