Some moments arrive quietly but stay with you. This week, I had one of those. I was on the sofa with my granddaughter, Elza, reading James and the Time Tunnel — my first published children’s book. She settled in beside me in her pink pyjamas, listening with that wonderful, intent seriousness children bring to stories they’ve decided to trust. As I read, she kept glancing up at me as if to check whether I really had written the words on the page. I’m not sure she’s convinced. I’m not entirely sure I am either. There was nothing grand about the moment — no launch event, no applause, no fuss. Just the two of us, a quiet room, and a story that began life at my desk and somehow found its way into her hands. It felt like the kind of magic you don’t plan for, but recognise instantly when it arrives.
Stories from behind closed doors — where houses were never just houses, and people were never quite what they seemed. Welcome to Coastal Crimes & Stories. After years on doorsteps along the Pembrokeshire coast, I learned it was never really about property — it was about people. Their lives, their secrets, and the moments you don’t expect. True stories and original coastal crime fiction, drawn from real experience.