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In some very good company, and topping this auspicious list at number one, was Bone Meal For Roses!...

It may seem dreamy and wishful to think that growing things can also be healing things, but amazingly...

This is the transcript of a speech I gave to grade sixes and sevens at a junior school...

It was a picture in my mind that wouldn’t let me be…

Books have been around for ages. Pretty much as far back as people have been communicating with one...

Maybe I’m too fussy (fastidious, some might say), or perhaps I just like making life difficult for myself,...

We all carry them: the scars within, many of them inflicted before we could even form thoughts. They...

South Africa is a BIG country. For a kickoff, it’s geographically big. You can fit the UK inside...

This interview about my writing life was published in the Sunday Times on the 13th November 2016.

Setting the scene for Bone Meal for Roses Winter vinyards . The Breede Valley . Western Cape ....

‘LemonPoppy Seed Cake’ was published in the Sunday Express in the UK on the 2nd of October 2016.

When writing a guest blog article for Head of Zeus to co-incide with the UK launch of Bone...

Fiction-lovers are peculiar creatures. Whilst going about our daily lives, like anyone else, we’ll do pretty much anything...

Let me set the scene: the bathroom features chewing-gum pink 1970s wall tiles and a big old bathtub....

I suppose it’s unavoidable in a tale narrated by a dead woman, but Black Dog Summer has a...

The first readers of Black Dog Summer shared their thoughts about the book on goodreads.com

I’m thrilled to mention that on the eve of the UK launch of Black Dog Summer, Hive.co.uk has...

“In the centre of the yard, the lucky bean tree was just starting to flower, and its bare...

“…spiky aloes, succulent elephant plants and pebbles flank the paths, and between each two adjoining driveways stands a...

“In the distance, the solitary baobab reached its sculptural branches towards the sky. I leaned my body against...

“I remember what it was like to drive on the streets beneath the jacarandas where the tar was...

“The first thing I notice is that the Tipuana tree is gone. I remember the vast reach of...

I wrote much of BLACK DOG SUMMER in the early hours of the morning.

If I’d known what I was embarking on before beginning this book, I’d have been too terrified to...

When I was little, there was a massacre on a rural farm that resulted in the death of...