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My interest in history began with my own family.   My mother’s parents had  lived out in India – my grandfather’s family  having been  there for some 200 years  serving with the East India Company and in the Indian Army.

My grandmother’s family came from  the wilds of south west Ireland but she met and married my grandfather in India and there my mother and my aunt were born. By the time I was born they were all back in England, but I still remember the exotic cedar- lined trunks in my grandparents’ attic, the silk saris, the delicate gold and silver stitched slippers which were sent  as gifts to their grandchildren from Indian friends  and colleagues, the wonderful exotic smells of spices and incense arising from those treasure chests, big enough for  a small child to dive into . 

My father, romantically, met my mother on the squash court in Sussex where he was stationed as a Battle of Britain Spitfire pilot. His family combined two wonderfully  contrasted  heritages.  Two hundred years of clergymen (mostly  – though some were ‘yeomen’ and presumably yeowomen and some ‘gentlemen’ and gentlewomen ) living on the borders of Essex and Suffolk in what must have been a Jane Austen-type lifestyle of utter respectability, with a wild and aristocratic castle-dwelling bloodline from the mountains and moors  of northeast  Scotland.

My great aunt was the family genealogist and from her I learned my love of those ancient tales and my fascination with a family tree which began  on one side with ‘the heiress of the Picts’ (a lady so ancient she had no remembered name) and , oh yes, if we believe the story, a direct descent along with many thousands of others, of course, from THE bloodline of Da Vinci-code fame!  That realisation rocked the more sober clergy genes, as did the revelation that one of the ancestors of the Erskines was no less an entity than the god Woden!

My love of history has remained. I studied Scottish history at Edinburgh University and  it was there that I began (and temporarily abandoned) my first attempt at a  novel – the story which would one day become Kingdom of Shadows. Later while I worked for an  educational publisher and then as a freelance researcher for books on art and history I began to sell short stories and to dream about becoming a full-time writer  with a handful of historical Mills & Boons – a wonderful training in professionalism and  in coming to terms with  the horror of the deadline. At the same time while I was living in the Black Mountains near Hay-on-Wye in the Welsh  Border March I started working on the research  for Lady of Hay, at first as a part-time hobby and a barely formed idea, then with more and more urgency.   Exactly ten years after I  first roughed out the story line,  the book  was finally published. That same year I found myself to my amazement and total terror  talking about it on prime time TV and later doing a coast to coast tour of the USA. What had  my dreams got me into

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 Welsh castle in the rain!