…since I last posted. I lost my wife just over six months ago and I have felt as if I’ve been at the bottom of a deep dark hole ever since. I have hardly put together a sentence although I now have all the time in the world to write. However, I am trying and this post is my first step in that direction.

This picture has special meaning for me. As my wife and I had both gotten older, one of our favourite things to do in the evening was to light a load of candles and then, in the snug warmth of their glow, we would talk. We had been together over thirty years but we could still talk for hours on end. Many of the plots for my books came out of these candle lit discussions. I miss that.