Friday, 24 June 2022
I'm delighted to let you know that Alex, Felix's Dad (and my husband) is working on illustrations for the book.These, we hope, will enrich it greatly. Above is an old abandoned firing range near our home on Dartmoor, where I often go.
So much of the book is about place, about Devon, nature and the landscape which surrounds us. Below is a very strange boulder, also on Dartmoor…
The Ghost of Christmas Past
Wednesday, 22 December 2021
For me, Christmas is about layer upon layer of memories - both good and bad. It is one of those rituals which throbs with emotion, and can be overwhelming, as well as full of joy. I clearly remember Christmases as a child, the excitement of putting out one of my father's big woolly socks, and waking up at about 3am (probably earlier), feeling around in the dark for the lumpy stocking…
Tuesday, 15 June 2021
Thank you so much for supporting The Green Hill. You'll have had an email to tell you it's reached its funding target, but I just wanted to say thank you again for your support. IIt really does mean so much.
I've completed 10 chapters of the book so there is still quite a lot of work to do, but it is incredibly exciting that I can now get on with finishing it without having to…
The old stones
Thursday, 8 April 2021
I hope you are well and enjoying springtime.
Living on Dartmoor, I am fortunate to be in an area with one of the largest concentrations of Bronze Age remains in Western Europe. I've always been fascinated by the mysterious stone circles, stone rows and standing stones these people left behind. The picture above is of the stone row at Drizzlecombe, which has the highest terminal…
Friday, 12 March 2021
Spring is nearly here, but in true British form, the weather is throwing a few curveballs as we enter the last lap of winter. Yesterday there were hail showers here in Devon and there have been some very hard frosts in the last week. Earlier today, by happy accident, I ended up on Wind Tor on Dartmoor - a place I haven't been before, despite it being only a few miles from home. …
A small, unusual world
Friday, 26 February 2021
Today has been so springlike, a day full of endless blue sky and bright, bright sun. I went with a friend to Teignmouth where the beach was full of people and there was a sense of hope in the air. We had a swim, and then decided to stop off on the way home to visit a little lost world.
This particular lost world is on the northern bank of the Teign estuary, between Teignmouth…
Revisiting the past
Friday, 5 February 2021
This week I walked out to a waterfall on the Glaze Brook on Dartmoor. It is the most enchanted place, where a cascade crashes down into an oval pool, surrounded by oak and beech trees. William Crossing, in his famous Guide to Dartmoor, writes: "This is the Wishing Pool, and it is said that those who leap across it, and while doing so loudly express a wish, will obtain what they…
Thursday, 28 January 2021
Yesterday, quite by accident, I came across a scrap of video I'd forgotten about, of a family walk in horrendous conditions on Dartmoor. It shows Felix, who was then 13, his younger brother Lucian who was 10, and my husband Alex, as blurred blobs, braving the rain and wind to walk up Butterdon Hill near Ivybridge. They look like people from a silent film, anonymous and indistinct…
New extract to read
Thursday, 14 January 2021
I hope you're all safe and well and coping ok with the latest lockdown. We're all in need of stuff to read, so I thought it might be nice to start publishing some extracts from the book. We've put an excerpt from chapter 1 on the website (click on PROJECT SYNOPSIS and scroll down, it's just underneath the cover image), I hope you enjoy it.
"Enjoy" might seem an inappropriate…
Swimming into another year
Monday, 4 January 2021
Thank you so much for supporting The Green Hill. Every pledge means a great deal as this project is so close to my heart.
A couple of days ago I walked along the South Devon coast from Wembury to Heybrook Bay and on to a little cove I call Felix's Lagoon. As we arrived in Wembury the little valley down to the sea was white with frost. The sea was like a millpond and the sun…