Monthly Archives: August 2011

Hartslove

Hartslove

More adventures for the de Granville family coming out in September. Hartslove Castle is still the castle of Will, Gavin and Ellie of Blood Red Horse, but Rose, Lily, Garth, Daisy, Clover and Columbine are in danger of losing it. They too have a blood red horse. They call him The One because he’s always going to be the one who brings home the bacon, as it were. But people aren’t always reliable; horses don’t always do as they’re told; and … Continue reading

Hartslove

More adventures for the de Granville family coming out in September. Hartslove Castle is still the castle of Will, Gavin and Ellie of Blood Red Horse, but Rose, Lily, Garth, Daisy, Clover and Columbine are in danger of losing it. They too have a blood red horse. They call him The One because he’s always going to be the one who brings home the bacon, as it were. But people aren’t always reliable; horses don’t always do as they’re told; and things aren’t always quite as they seem.

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the history girls

There’s a splendid new blog for anybody interested in historical fiction: the history girls.  On this blog you’ll find daily delights from twenty-eight of the best historical fiction writers in the country.  It’s an honour to be amongst them.  The blog is full of insights, information and stories.  I log on every morning to see what my fellow authors are digging up through their research, or what new ideas have sprung upon them, sometimes from unlikely sources.  Log on to the history girls to discover why tv presenters’ obsession with white gloves as they gush over manuscripts is both dangerous and silly;  how Caroline Lawrence whipped up a stola with nothing but a sheet and a hotel sewing kit;  and a brief digression on the London mob.

Had an excellent time with Kevin Crossley-Holland at the Edinburgh Book Festival.  He is the most generous of fellow panellists, and we discussed journeys:  Solveig’s journey to find her father in his Bracelet of Bones, and Belle’s pilgrimage to Canterbury in my Belle’s Song.

My journey back to Glasgow from Edinburgh was, of course, easier than Belle’s to Canterbury.  For a start, I was on the train rather than riding Dulcie, the pony Belle is lent.  Then there were those bottles of wine – first one, then another …

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fulfilling a dream

Yesterday evening, a long-held ambition was fulfilled.  We heard Martha Argerich play live at the Edinburgh Festival.  The Usher Hall was packed.  We had excellent seats.   Sometimes it’s just splendid to be alive.

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