After a journey to work, clutched to the steering wheel as gusts of wind tore across Otmoor, and buffetted the car, I’m now sitting, coccooned in the modern glass and brick office hering the howl of the wind and the percussion of rain on the atrium roof…

Oddly, this kind of weather does actually inspire me to write. Or at least it inspires me to write my current novel. Maybe it’s because Blood & Fire is set in the harsh landscape of Iceland with all the accompanying weather that that suggests. Working on a half-completed business park, across the (ring) road from a car factory, in grey, oppressive weather also helps me to put myself in Helen’s place, struggling through the mountains to find … to find what she finds…