Two Seasons Crossing Borders



The cottage sits in a small village in a cleft in the land. Its position gives the impression of a small boat amongst rolling hills and open moorlands that rise and fall like great green waves around with the changing of the light.

I am here to seek solitude – and to finish off a couple of writing projects. A surprise prize win brought me here at a time when it was much needed; a time when the book business couldn’t be less interested in dark novels about rural life in those corners of the north…

I wrote a piece for Caught By The River about my recent writing exile in Scotland.

You can read the full piece here.



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