Glasdrum: The Mist Murderer

Ben MacDui, Britain’s second highest peak, was shrouded in mist when my fourteen year old daughter and I set off to climb it. Neither of us were hill walkers – this was a new activity. We had been drifting apart, as mothers and teenage daughters do, and when we weren’t apart, we had been mostly…

Writing

I tell people I’m currently writing the plan for my third novel (I’ve no idea why, it just blurts out of my mouth). They say something like: ‘That’s fantastic. You’ve written two novels! Where can I buy them?’ (I’m not suggesting they intended purchasing it, but people are generally polite). ‘Well, that’s the problem. You…