Graveyards… …are one of my favourite places to be. OK, it’s a bit odd, but usually I explain it away by saying that I visit them ...

Not so long ago, fellow History Girl, Eleanor Updale, was complaining in the pages of the Daily Telegraph about the preponderance of feisty ...

  “Well after midnight, shrill childish voices woke me. Two small girls appeared around the corner. Rough wool shawls were gathered ...

A little while ago, I was tootling about from blog to blog, as you do, and I came across a post of Kath Langrish's which I hadn't s...

I found several versions of Old Norse calenders when I was researching Vikings, and I found them fascinating. I used the old names of the m...

Please note this blog post is set in the 1970s. There are no periwigs, reticules, codpieces or antimacassars. Readers needing a hearty serv...

Following publication of Velvet, set in a medium's house in Edwardian London, I recently wrote a piece on Ectoplasm for the children’...