I write stories about the trials, tribulations and triumphs of being human. Placing my characters in wartime settings gives me so many situations and emotions to explore. Separation, loneliness, bereavement, anxiety, fear, privation …  but also community spirit and the opportunity to step out of life’s regular grooves to try new challenges and experiences

I also have an interest in World War II from a personal perspective. I’m sure many readers will say the same. My father was a young soldier involved in logistics overseas who was sent away from his family for the first time but thankfully returned uninjured. My mother was a young girl who stayed at home but that home was near Birkenhead docks which were a target for enemy bombing. She was actually inside her grandmother’s house when it took a hit. Fortunately, she survived but a 14 year-old aunt sadly didn’t while another aunt’s legs were crushed. When I was a child I was told my great aunt’s legs were held together by pins. Those pins were internal, of course, but I didn’t realise that and pictured safety pins holding her legs together.

Never having lived in such times, I’m in awe of the resilience of my parents’ generation. 

 

Old photograph image courtesy of Pixabay