• The fine covering of snow was slowly melting in the early morning sun, throwing spray onto my windscreen as I drove up the M5 to Oldbury Library the morning. The windscreen wash ran out as I slid across the icy carpark. Luckily there was a big Sainsburys close by where gallon bottles of screen wash were for sale.

    I had great sessions in Oldbury and had one of the longest sausages in the world for lunch. Many thanks to all the Library Girls!

    I decided sausages might be a good discussion topic for my blog, do this evening I’m having another, in a Yorkshire pudding in Haworth, up on the wild, windy moor in Bronte country.

    I’m here to open the new School Library to
    Orris, both an honour and a pleasure. I drove across the moor inthe dark, all the time wanting to sing Kare Bush’s Heathcliffe song. Is hard to tellehst Howarth I’d like in the dark.

    The picture is of some forsaken service area on the M6.


  • I had a lovely day at The Forest School in Snaresbrook in East London, right on the edge of Epping Forest, hence the name. The main hall, where I had a delicious breakfast and lunch was, apparently, a runner-up for the hall for Hogwarts in the films.

    Years one and two helped me come up with such a good idea, I’ve filed it away under “hot”, so I’m not going to tell.

    It was a bitterly cold day. I was doing my sessions in the pavilion, above the computer suite. The outside steps up to the balcony were a bit icy, so we had to take care.

    Thanks to Justine Chan for looking after me and to everyone for making it such a great day for me.

    On the way home, I stopped off for a bit of a session with my editor and to pick up scans of my latest book covers. I now have to get down and do the digital work on them and have a good, and quick, think about the backs.


  • Such a crisp, clear day. The sun was shining and the air was biting cold. Up in the forest the shafts of sunlight slid through the bare trees, lighting up areas that will soon be darkened by spring leaves, for there are signs already. Shoots are appearing on the wild clematis and the catkins are lengthening on the hazel. Snowdrops are bursting through the ground in my garden. January is nearly at an end an spring can’t be too far away.