It seems a very long time ago now, but I once lived in a house which had a gorgeous white camellia bush outside the back door. One day I discovered one on the doormat. Every petal had been shredded. If I'd been muscling in on the Gosport Mafia's dodgy dealings I'd have been seriously worried, … Continue reading Camellia

It seems a very long time ago now, but I once lived in a house which had a gorgeous white camellia bush outside the back door. One day I discovered one on the doormat. Every petal had been shredded. If I'd been muscling in on the Gosport Mafia's dodgy dealings I'd have been seriously worried, … Continue reading Camellia

Just when I was sure there could be no more writing news this year, a copy of Ireland's Own arrived. I was delighted to see Blood Red Baubles had been published. Unfortunately I can't tell you what prompted this rather spooky story as it's one of those which just came to me fully formed.  Wishing … Continue reading Happy Christmas