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Here you’ll find extracts from my novel, my articles and my poetry.

News reaches Devon - the fate of Queen Anne Boleyn

An extract from "A Woman of Noble Wit"

May 1536. All is calm at Greenway Court until Katherine's husband brings shocking news.............

May Day came. Katherine no longer went out early to wash her face in the morning dew as she had as a girl at Modbury. But Bessie had picked armfuls of spring flowers, and they were trying to encourage Katie to help weave them into garlands with hawthorn and woodbine.

“When you’re older, Katie, I’ll take you to the May fair at Modbury,” Katherine said with a bright smile.

But Katie was not to be won over with promises. She soon wandered off, to be found later pulling the heads off the primroses in the orchard.

Unbeknown to them all, …

The night before the wedding

An excerpt from 'A Woman of Noble Wit'.

1531, Modbury

The Court House seemed full of unfamiliar sounds as the guests slowly retired to bed, feet echoing on the stairs, voices and laughter slowly dying away. All night long the sound of pots and pans banging and rattling drifted in through the open window as, in the kitchens, the cook set everyone to work on the wedding feast. But it was not the unusual nocturnal activity that kept Katherine awake. It was her struggle with the demons of the morrow that held her rigid into the small hours, sent her eyes flitting toward the still-dark window, and kept her mind …

"My Boy" by Rosemary Griggs,

Over the years countless scribbles have found their way to the back of a drawer, never to emerge. I found this poem folded away in the lid of my grandmother's jewel box. It brings back memories of a bright summer's day in the early nineteen eighties as my son played in the garden..............

Dimpled cheeks and laughing eyes
Chubby knees and a small trusting hand
Thrust into mine, holding, oh so tightly
Small things, small achievements bring such delight
The sudden heaviness of his sleeping head
Complete, unquestioning love
I am the centre of his small world

Mine, but never mine

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