‘Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-notes unvaried, Brooding o’er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.’ George Meredith Caprimulgus e...

The Hangover  (Portrait of Suzanne Valadon) Henri de Toulouse Lautrec I normally steer clear of using real characters in my fiction....

Writers and readers both find it easy to visit the past. A few words, a little stir of the imagination, and we’re on a street in 17th c...

This post is a response to request from a follower of the History Girls Blog who asked for insights into writing. It follows on from variou...

On Wednesday of this week, a new film version of the Great Gatsby opens in the UK, amid much hype, or ballyhoo as people might have expr...

I recently collected this anonymous 10 th Century poem from a wall display at the Book of Kells exhibition in Trinity College, Dublin...