An Author's Notebook

Here we are again in Covid country. Either I've become habituated to lockdowns, or I secretly crave a quiet existence, as I'm not f...

I'm in a retrospective mood. December is a month for sorting through our photos and thinking about the year that has passed. It's n...

I'm feeling happy today. Naturally, I'm unable to be happy without taking time to analyse  why . This is the ideal state we all aspi...

An intriguing nugget I've learnt from my two weeks of #litfest indulgence? The novelist Ann Patchett slipped into her favourite ballgow...

Someone sent me a polite message via Twitter earlier in the summer. He introduced himself as Aidan Martin  and said he wanted to flag up a b...

Hubby and I nipped out for a walk first thing yesterday morning. The mist hung over the green hills of Turville while the sunlight was so pi...