In 2015 Chalkhill Blue reached the top of the Amazon Kindle bestseller lists in America within both the Historical Fiction and Historical Romance categories. A new reader, trained in psychotherapy, wrote that she had

I think for all of us who write it starts with the creative impulse, doesn’t it? A need to create something permanent and pleasing has surely been a basic human

‘The sea shimmered crimson and gold, fine as tiffany silk. Every ripple, every pebble beneath it stood out with crystal clarity in the early sun, as from the naked figure

My last memory of my famous cousin John Masefield dates from the early sixties, when I visited him at his home, Burcote Brook, on the Thames at Abingdon near Oxford.

Last year I enjoyed the challenge of speaking to a variety of  societies and clubs in the South East and elsewhere, including the Society of Sussex Authors and the U3A

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. Untrue apparently. Because the capacity of individuals to be hurt or offended by other people’s written or

Almost 40 years ago, while I was researching my bestselling First War novel, Chalkhill Blue, I was sent to meet a solid, gruffly spoken little woman who was reputed to know

Back in the nineteen sixties, whenever my mother exchanged library books for my grandmother she was invariably sent off with the instruction: ‘Nothing with sex in it, please dear.’ Which

My attempts to combine writing with farming are featured in this article which ran in a number of provincial newspapers. It’s true that I jotted ideas on the paper udder

At the age of 40, having tried what many might call a curious variety of occupations – as an repertory actor, a suited adman and a muddy dairy farmer –