I love a good moor. Thankfully, the South-West is full of them. We’ve got the bleak landscapes of Dartmoor, the endless rolling hills of Exmoor and of course, the loneliest moor of all – Bodmin.
Every castle seems to boast its own set of spooks – but not many can rival Berry Pomeroy Castle. Dating back to the 15th century, this building, nestled deep in the Devonshire countryside, is notorious for its spectral activity.
On October 28th, 2016, something tragic happened in Exeter. A fire broke out in a gallery on Cathedral Green. The building, being old, swiftly burnt – and the fire spread through the roof vault to the Royal Clarence Hotel. After days of fighting the blaze, the excellent local fire service managed to finally quell the flames – but the hotel was lost forever.
As you may already know, I’m a sucker for local folklore and legend. I originated in the ever-practical south-east of England, and when I moved to the South-West ten years ago, I wasn’t prepared for the wealth of wonderful supernatural stories that the region boasted.
Finishing the first draft of your book is an exciting feeling. It’s definitely cause for celebration. After all, you managed to see your novel right through to the end – and that’s a bit like finishing a marathon. Hooray!