As we start the second month of social distancing, I’m paying a lot more attention than usual to mental hygiene. I’m trying break the loop of uncertainty and worry about the future, so daily exercise means more than yoga and dog-walking.
Two weeks ago, Herr Husband and I decided to distance ourselves as a safety precaution. We cancelled all social engagements and apart from getting out in the fields for some
A recent article addressed the reality behind so many writers’ lives and I applaud that honesty. Because the opposite – ooh, look at me earning a living from nothing more than my imagination – is in most cases a falsehood.
Crime writing is a broad church, with something for everyone. In my writing career, I’ve been fortunate enough to meet some exceptional authors who have entertained, supported and helped me improve in the genre.
As every year, I start January full of good intentions. Some will stick, some won't and that's OK. One of the stickers will be my hardy perennial: to improve as a
I love gossip. Give me stories of the well-known or well-born up to no good and I am agog.
Now I want to introduce you to La Cité du Vin (The City of Wine), one of the most intriguing sights/sites in the region of Bordeaux.
Bordeaux is so strongly associated with wine that we sometimes forget it is an exciting multicultural city as well as a wine region.
Tunnels, burrows, caves, bunkers and warrens hold a nervy sort of fascination for us overground animals. On one hand, darkness, dead-ends, small spaces and danger. On the other, safe places,
Most people know Europe has certain cultural features in common. We have the metric system, write dates DD/MM/YY, pay with the Euro (mostly) and use the 24-hour clock. That’s just