Like most children my ideal career changed from week to week. After flying for the first time I wanted to be a flight attendant, jetting off all over the world. It seemed such a glamorous life! When I started grammar school, or high school, as it is sometimes called, my thoughts turned to teaching. I actually had a place at teacher training college but changed my mind (yet again) just weeks before term was due to start. Instead, I trained as a medical secretary and it’s something I’ve never regretted. Since then, I’ve worked for the National Health Service, and managed a company involved in the offshore oil industry here in the UK.
However, I’ve always enjoyed writing, although I think my English teacher might be surprised by that statement! As I child I found the task of writing essays on a given subject boring, and it was only when I started writing to friends, sharing travel adventures with them that the idea of writing a novel came about. In May 2000, I travelled to Seattle and that’s where I got the idea for my first novel, Three Weeks Last Spring.
A very good friend suggested I try my hand at writing a novel after reading my account of a trip to the island of Eigg off the west coast of Scotland. If it wasn’t for her encouragement I would never have tried.
But Andrew Thomas is dead, killed in what appears a tragic accident. For years, Andrew, a cavern guide and the survivor of a mining accident in the Derbyshire Hills that claimed the lives of four other men, has kept a secret. Andrew’s made plenty of enemies and has recently claimed to have found a new vein of the semi-precious stone, Blue John, but had refused to say where. Everyone knows Andrew has a fondness for the bottle and mainly worked to support his habit.
I can honestly say I don’t have one, although I wouldn’t turn down dinner with Rupert Penry-Jones.