I am often asked, where did I get the inspiration for my Tudor-era time travel novels? The answer is very simple – it was when I was driving across the Hammersmith Flyover. Let me explain. In the early 1990s I used to commute into London every day from my home in Windsor. It seems incredible now, but in those days I thought nothing of a daily car journey into work on the M4 and across town to Swiss Cottage. I would listen to the breakfast radio, drumming my hands on the wheel to the music, and even singing along if I knew the words (and often even if I didn’t). The roads were probably jammed up every day, but in my rose-tinted memory the traffic always flowed smoothly, making the trip through Shepherds Bush, up to the Northern Roundabout and onto the M40 a pleasant breeze.
Inspired by a church
Inspired by a church
Inspired by a church
I am often asked, where did I get the inspiration for my Tudor-era time travel novels? The answer is very simple – it was when I was driving across the Hammersmith Flyover. Let me explain. In the early 1990s I used to commute into London every day from my home in Windsor. It seems incredible now, but in those days I thought nothing of a daily car journey into work on the M4 and across town to Swiss Cottage. I would listen to the breakfast radio, drumming my hands on the wheel to the music, and even singing along if I knew the words (and often even if I didn’t). The roads were probably jammed up every day, but in my rose-tinted memory the traffic always flowed smoothly, making the trip through Shepherds Bush, up to the Northern Roundabout and onto the M40 a pleasant breeze.