Six drafts of the first page
The opening of The Salt Orchard began with the funeral. It took six drafts to move it to the almanac (sample).
Diary
Notes from the writing shed: drafts, walks, readings and the books on my desk.
Walking the cliff path where the Harrow books end
Eleven miles from the station on the moor to the estuary mouth, in one day (sample).
The orchard in blossom, and a new book
The trees I wrote about are in flower again, and the seventh book has a title (sample).