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I’ve been busy

I’m not sure how you get 185 bottles of apple juice from 4 trees but last Saturday we did. It’s all earmarked to the guys who helped us pick them, most memorable of whom is Sebastien Ng. Four years old. He did a Penelope Keith in ‘The Good Life’ on us. For those of you who might be…

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Call that a summer?

I never thought I’d be someone who groaned about the weather. It is, after all, inevitable and, yes, there’s no such thing as bad weather, only the wrong clothes. Even so, here I am on the last day of August and it’s grey, cold and has been so for a month or more. The swimming pool has been…

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‘Paraprosdokians’

Yes, I know. A word you use every day. “How are the paraprosdokians doing, Mrs Jones?” (At school, on the stock market, in the election, etc) Just to remind you, they are actually figures of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected and is frequently humorous. They’re all attributed to…

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A long way from Brixton…

…by which I mean Brixton register office where The Muse and I were married, sometime in the last century. There have been two weddings in my life recently. The first was just before so-called ‘freedom day’ and took place in Felixstowe. For a year I’ve thought the venue was Folkestone, probably because Felixstowe conjures up ferries, container ships,…

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What if…

An elderly neighbour was telling me about his owl nesting box the other day. Apparently it’s made of indestructible material, so not only will it be there a thousand years from now, there won’t be a mark on it. It made me think of the covid masks I attached to the straw drama faces on our thatched roof….

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‘What if…’

As a writer, I’ve gone about my daily life – my real life I like to call it – stealing bits of it to turn into fiction: hundreds of scripts for television and, more recently, novels in The Nathan Hawk Murder Mystery series. I call it the ‘What if…’ factor and it makes its presence felt ten, twenty,…

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Apology to Friends and Neighbours

I’ve always felt guilty about exploiting my friends when it comes to story ideas but it has never stopped me doing so! Whatever I learn from, or merely sense about an acquaintance or neighbour is all too often primped and twisted into a story thread. I can’t help it. I blithely tell people there’s a man in my…

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The Muse Steps In…

I finished White Crane (the latest in the Nathan Hawk Murder Mysteries) and dead pleased with myself I rolled it off and gave it to The Muse to have a read. It took her two days of intense work, interrupted by the demands of her own business, and I did my usual thing of “popping in” to see…

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By Their Small Talk Shall You Know Them…

I went to the tip the other day to get rid of a busted door and a load of polystyrene. Thanks to lockdown it seemed like a massive expedition. And as for a trip to Waitrose, well, the best day out I’ve had for … three months. Somewhere near the fruit and veg we realised that the previous…

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White Crane Book by author Douglas Watkinson

The White Crane

So, as I take Hawk on into his sixth adventure, White Crane, I’m wondering if he’s beginning to suffer from Midsomer Murderssyndrome. Too many murders for the small area and brief time in which they occur. When I first started writing them, way back in the last century, we never considered it: we never thought the series would…

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