There’s something slightly odd about writing murder mysteries while surrounded by chickens.
At last count we have around 12,000 of them. Plus 300 cattle – including 50 new calves, so cute! We also have 3 boerbull dogs and a farm in Tanzania.
You might reasonably assume that my days are full enough without adding fictional crime into the mix.
And yet, here we are.
My Novel. My Farm in Africa. My Journal.
I haven’t got a grand plan for it. There will be stories about farm life, writing and painting. Things that make me laugh. I’ll try and stay away from the things that annoy me.
You’re welcome here. Pull up a chair and pour yourself a cup of coffee (or something stronger) and let’s see where this goes.