Scilly Isles were often very Silly’ve just read that Helicopter flights are returning, to the Scilly Isles flights and once again it took me back to my flying days when the small airline I worked for used to fly a Twin Otter over to the Scilly Isles.


We flew over there in the morning and back again at the end of the day, perfecting the art of ‘hanging around’ to a tee. I remember that we had to stay in our uniform, which in those days consisted of white gloves and a large hat. Vividly remember tramping across heather and long grasses with the pilots, while wearing my gloves and clamping my hand over my navy hat,  garnering some very strange looks from the locals and tourists.

As I wrote in The Magic of Stars, ( only 99pence at the moment) the weather was always very unpredictable and I vividly remember one poor chap who was taking his girlfirend on a day trip to the Scilly Isles where he was going to propose to her.

Screen Shot 2018-03-10 at 09.52.15(The Captain was informed, and was to congratulate the happy couple on the return journey) And – we were fog bound! We circled and circled in the air before the captain decided the weather was too dangerous to land and we ended up in Southampton for three hours before we all trooped back on board to try again. Once again the weather ‘closed in’ as we were coming in to land and this time the pilot decided we might as well just retun to base: Plymouth, where the happless passengers had started from about six hours before.

Poor chap who was going to propose probably felt like throwing the ring in the sea by this time. Never did find out what happened, but if it had been one of my stories I just know it would have had a magical ending.


Only Happy Ever Afters are allowed!


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What’s in a title?

I was going to call my second novel Stargazy Skies, a play on Stargazy pie because I mention the pie in my novel and there are a lot of star gazing references. I still think it’s a great title (my editor suggested it) but when I started asking people if they knew what a Stargazy pie was, most of them looked at me blankly. I then realised that to understand the title they would have to have read the book – and if they didn’t know what Stargazy pie was, they might not understand the title – and not buy the book. Bit of a catch 22. Screen Shot 2018-02-21 at 10.07.58.pngFor the uninitiated, Stargazy pie is made from pilchards and potatoes, encased in a pie crust. It supposedly originated when a fisherman called Tom Bowcock braved the Cornish winter storms to bring back a huge catch of pilchards, which were made into a big pie to save the inhabitants of Mousehole from starving. The Stargazy name comes from the pilchards having their heads sticking out of the pie “gazing at the sky” so that the oily goodness seeped back into the potato. And if that doesn’t turn your stomach I don’t know what would, but I guess if you are hungry enough…


Cream or jam first! Decisions, decisions!

 Would a picture of a Stargazy pie have made a good book cover with a backdrop of Cornwall? To find out, I bought all of the ingredients to make a Stargazy pie and to take photos of it, but my daughter said, ‘I don’t know why you’re bothering – no-one will eat it.’ She was right – it all went in the bin. I have yet to see a Stargazy pie being served in Cornwall. I even visited The Ship Inn in Mousehole where the recipe is said to have originated, but the young lad behind the bar seemed pretty vague on any particulars – and he had never seen a Stargazy pie either!  I found lots of these pesky things

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The wonderful seagulls of St Ives

 which I would quite like to have put in a pie just to keep them quiet and drank a fair bit of ciderIMG_1901.jpg


Can’t beat a good half of Thatchers


 I did read that there was a chef who made a modern-day version with chicken and prawns and have to confess that sounds infinitely better. Mousehole still celebrate the tradition at Christmas time when revellers can help themselves to this annual dish in return for a donation to charity:

Here’s an excerpt from The Magic of Stars, when Marco and Sapphire check out the Stargazy pie and are less than entralled with it:

Marco grinned at Sapphire as they shouldered their way through the noisy crowd of people. He ordered a beer brought in from the local brewery for himself, and an apple juice for Sapphire, and they fought their way back through the throng of people to find a tiny corner of space to stand together.

‘If this beer is any good I’m going to serve it in the hotel – and that St Martin’s wine we have at the cottage. Stargazy pie too, maybe. Got to keep in with the locals.’

‘I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I think I’m traumatised.’ Sapphire pointed to the huge pie that was sitting in a food warmer next to a pile of mashed potato. Fish heads, complete with baleful eyes, poked out of the top of the pastry crust, staring up to the sky.

‘Well, I guess we now know why it’s called Stargazy pie,’ Marco grinned. ‘But the lovely name doesn’t make it look any more palatable.’ He took a closer look at the pie. ‘Hmm, think it might even be up there with haggis and samphire on the list of excluded foods, unless I manage to find that chef – the one the old man mentioned.’

‘Don’t know what happened to him, but I’m glad we have bread and cheese back at the cottage as I really don’t think I can stomach even one mouthful of that.’ Sapphire couldn’t take her eyes of the fish heads and didn’t think she’d ever seen a meal look so unappetising.

‘Certainly sounds a lot better made with prawns and chicken,’ Marco agreed. ‘I’ll find out the chef’s name for my new hotel.’

Sapphire enjoyed talking about Marco’s plans as it made her feel part of his life, and that was what she wanted. She sipped at her drink, contentedly watching the band and the locals, and wondered if it was worth doing battle at the bar again for some crisps.

A man playing a Spanish guitar started up a sweet confection of chords and a singer joined him, picking out a soulful tune. It all looked very impromptu and haphazard, which added to the charm of the evening. A couple of people started dancing, cheek to cheek, and then another two drifted onto a space in front of the singer that doubled up as a makeshift dance floor. They moved in unison, inching around the floor in a circle, the woman’s head nestling into the hollow of her partner’s collarbone.

Marco picked up Sapphire’s hand and she looked up, ready to smile at his sentiment, but, unexpectedly, he pulled her to her feet. ‘I haven’t danced with you, yet. Can’t be considered a proper relationship until we dance together.’

‘Really, why’s that?’ Sapphire eyed the tiny space, wondering if they would even fit in there.

‘What if we don’t synchronise? It will be the end for us. Being able to dance together is more important than sex.’

‘You’re joking, right?’

‘I never joke about dancing.’ He drew her over to the tiny dance floor and pulled her in to him. ‘I should have mentioned that when I went to Cambridge University, I learned ballroom dancing. I kid you not – as you English would say. Follow my feet, and you’ll be fine; we are basically just shuffling around, here.’

Sapphire put her hand on Marco’s shoulder and he placed his arm around her waist. Their free hands met and she was terrified that he would start to prance around the floor, like something out of Strictly, doing proper ballroom stuff, but he just tightened his grip on her waist and took the lead.

He pressed up to her body; there was barely a gap between them and it felt strangely erotic. Marco brought his hand up to her shoulder and she leaned in to him as he stroked the back of her neck with his thumb. The singer crooned an Ed Sheeran song about being perfect and Marco started to hum under his breath. It resonated through his chest and Sapphire relaxed into the rhythm of their slow dance. It was as if it was just the two of them; no-one else mattered as they moved, wrapped up in each other. Sapphire felt that she was melting with longing for Marco, the sweet ache that always seemed to be there for him pulsing through her veins. She had found the man of her dreams, unlikely as it was. His heart beat next to hers and she pressed her breasts into his chest, her thigh into his thigh, feeling the strength of his muscles as they moved in unison around the dance floor.

Marco groaned as Sapphire pressed her pelvis into the erection she could most definitely feel. ‘This is interesting,’ she whispered into his ear.

‘This is difficult,’ he murmured into her hair. ‘I don’t think I want them to put the lights on any time soon,’ His eyes were smouldering with heat when he finally pulled away to gaze down at her.

‘Did we pass the test?’ Sapphire’s voice was unsteady as she came back down to earth, out of the trance that Marco’s humming and manly warmth had put her in.

‘I’m not sure. I think we need to get back to the cottage quickly to check out the sex again. We need a proper comparison.’ Although his eyes danced, his tone was urgent, his voice unmistakably throaty as he ushered her off the dance floor, hunger burning in his eyes.



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A nun with a habit!

I can’t remember what made me include comments loosly based on my old headmistress, in The Magic of Stars. Some subliminal thought process I guess, that must shape every writer’s imaginary world. The memory of my innocent school days and wanting to show that Sapphire was very naïve, probably brought Sister Mary Mark to the front of my mind.


RIP Sister Mary Mark

In The Magic of Stars, Sapphire, an air-stewardess gets very drunk and tells Marco, her soon-to-be boss, that she reminds him of her old headmistress, who was a really scary nun with a big black habit (for those who don’t know, a habit is basically the tunic and veil that various religious people wear to distinguish their ‘order’) Sister Mary Mark was quite frankly terrifying to me as a ten-year-old new girl, whose world was suddenly inhabited by formidable ladies wearing long black veils and floor length ‘dresses.’ Demands not to run or talk in ‘The Cloisters” were supposed to be met with a quiet bow of the head and words like Benediction and Liturgy were suddenly part of my vocabulary, along with convoluted Latin phrases which were chucked around as casually as a rubber ball. I felt totally overwhelmed at first – and pretty gauche, it has to be said.


St Dominics church

Sister Mary Mark and the other nuns (many of whom were teachers at our school) played a big part of my life and I learned a great deal – not all of it strictly educational. Who knew that eating was only acceptable when sitting at a dining table, brushing your hair in public was almost a sin, and wearing make-up (young ladies do not need “lash paint”) or nail varnish, would ensure that Mr Mountford, the caretaker, would appear with his bottle of turps and an old rag, ready to remove the abhorrent display of “peacockery”?

It does all seem a bit authoritarian now, but Sister Mary Mark was a brilliant teacher and well-respected, and St Dominic’s was a place of great kindness and quiet intelligence and I wouldn’t have changed my time there for the world.


Photo from the internet circa 1920

As an aside, my sister, who lives in Sydney, thought she was seeing a mirage when early one morning on Bondi beach, Sister Mary Mark came steaming towards her, long veil and gown flapping in the wind. My sister didn’t know whether to embrace her or run, but ended up having a surreal conversation about the Sydney Opera house – and the weather. She’s still not sure if Sister Mary Mark knew that she was an ex-pupil from her school in England. I think I’d have run – even as an adult I always found her fearsome, (even though she probably wasn’t) the anxious ten-year old that was me, resurfacing  the minute I spotted her in Stone high Street.

The Magic of Stars is availabe here:


The second in the Blue Skies series

Here’s a quick excerpt from The Magic of Stars where I mention Sapphire’s headmistress, who is very loosely based on Sister Mary Mark: Sapphire peered into her glass, squinting slightly. ‘I heard that the answer is always at the bottom of the glass. So, I’m looking for it.’

‘Do you know what the question is?’

‘Heck, no.’ She giggled. ‘Am I supposed to?’
 The – very handsome, she noted – man’s smile loosened slightly, but Sapphire picked up on his underlying disapproval. She angled her head away from him, wanting to be left alone to continue on her path of self-destruction. But when she peered sideways he was still there. He looked so stern that she gave another nervous giggle.

He raised his forbidding eyebrows, once more.

‘Sorry. You reminded me of my old headmistress for a moment. She’s a nun. A really scary nun.’

Mr Cavarelli rested his arm on the bar, looking intrigued. ‘I don’t think I’ve been compared to a nun before.’

‘Yeah, she had a big black habit and a huge hooked nose.’ Sapphire pulled on her own nose. ‘Ow, that hurt.’ She grimaced as she rubbed her nose.

Her new friend looked amused. ‘Tell me more. What was her big bad habit?’

Sapphire thought this was one of the funniest things she had ever heard and she snorted with laughter. ‘Sorry.’ She put her hand up to her face to cover the embarrassing sound. ‘That’s hilarious, though.’

The hotel owner quirked an eyebrow, unmoved by the hilarity of his question.

She composed her face. ‘Not a bad habit, a black habit.’

‘Right.’ He still looked uncertain.
‘Long flowy thing.’ She ran her hands down her dress for emphasis. ‘And she was always giving me detention for dumb reasons.’

‘Dumb reasons?’ Mr Cavarelli turned enquiring eyes her way.

‘Yeah, like bringing an injured rabbit to the dormitory or feeding my dinner to the baby foxes. I mean, she’s a nun – she’s supposed to care about God’s creatures. Sorry, I’m going on a bit, aren’t I?’ She hiccupped and gulped. ‘Sorry. I really should stop saying sorry, shouldn’t I? Sorry. Damn it!’



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Location, Location … with Jackie Ladbury

Choosing a book title

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IMG_1071The guest on my blog today is my fellow Write Romantic, Jackie Ladbury. Jackie has had two books published: Air Guitar and Caviar and The Magic of Stars. She has recently completed a third novel – rather different in style to the others – called The Potter’s Daughter. Jackie is here to tell us about the settings for her novels, and what inspired her to locate her stories there. Over to you, Jackie.

IMG_1407As soon as I saw the dedication plaques on Southwold pier I had a lightbulb moment, knowing that there was a romantic storyline in there somewhere. I have always loved visiting Southwold and I realised that my stories were better if they were grounded in a sense of place – for myself and the reader. I also wanted to show that Dylan, my loveable busker, was sexy and scrumptious, not just some grungy guy who…

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A lovely review

via *Blog Tour Review: “The Magic of Stars” by Jackie Ladbury

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#BlogTour! #Review – The Magic of Stars by Jackie Ladbury (@JackieLadbury) @RaRaResources

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It’s TWG’s turn on ‘The Magic of Stars’ blog tour for Jackie Ladbury, and RaRaResources! Huge thanks to Rachel for the tour invite and the ARC of the book. Here is my review:

The Magic of Stars CoverSapphire Montrose always felt like a loser in the struggle of life, but when she becomes the airline manager of a run-down airline she starts to believe she is a winner – until she unwittingly propositions her new boss and all her hard work is undone.

In a moment of recklessness air stewardess, Sapphire Montrose throws caution and her dress to the wind by propositioning a handsome stranger in a hotel in Florence, only to find herself waking up alone and embarrassed in her hotel room.

Unfortunately for Sapphire, it turns out that her new boss, Marco Cavarelli, is the man she failed to seduce and she is now fighting for her job and her self-respect when he tells her there is…

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The Magic of Stars Needed a Betty

We all need a Betty in our lives

Although I loved the chemistry between air stewardess Sapphire Montrose and Marco Cavarelli, her boss, I knew the novel needed more characters and an injection of humour to make it come to life. I’d initially focused on just the two characters, like a category romance, (think Mills and Boon) but that style of writing wasn’t for me, so I broke open the Pringles and poured an early lunchtime gin to help me brainstorm. (I was on holiday at the time, so it was allowed!)


Pink Gin and Tonic! Who needs more!

I dug into the memories of my flying days and finally, after a few more gins, had a lightbulb moment and realised that what my novel needed was a Betty.

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The Lovely Betty Young


Mills and Boon forever!

Betty was the cleaner/unofficial agony aunt who pushed her trolley piled high with ‘stuff’, around Stansted Airport. She worked there for over thirty years, doling out sage advice to anyone who needed it, as she endlessly buffed the bannisters and mopped the floors. Every crew member, male or female knew Betty. We were her brood of ‘angsty’ workers desperate to talk about our failing love lives and our work woes. Betty would be guaranteed to put the kettle on and lend a willing ear.

She had a big heart and a huge personality bound up in her five foot nothing frame, and I knew that I could do Betty proud if I included her in my airline story. I turned to social media to ask my old flying colleagues what stories they had to tell about Betty, who, I was pretty sure, was still doing the rounds. Unsurprisingly, I was deluged by airline stories from people all happy to share their Betty moments: Betty embroidering initials on hankies for Christmas presents, Betty crocheting a yellow cardigan for the imminent birth of a baby, Betty comforting a pilot who was in tears because his wife was about to leave him. Betty not knowing what to do with a stash of booze miniatures she’d found stuffed in a carrier bag, not wanting to get anyone in trouble.

So many Betty stories.

If the title of my novel could convey for one moment, one particular magic star, that star would be Betty.

So I wrote about Betty the way I remembered her and hoped she’d like my interpretation of her personality. But when I tried to contact her, I discovered that, very sadly, dear old Betty had passed away just a year beforehand and her husband followed her a few months later.

There will never be another Betty but she will live on in our hearts and, I suspect the Betty stories will be resurrected for years to come, when the old stalwarts pick up their drinks and prepare to reminisce about the ‘good old days of flying.’

Betty’s remains now reside in church in a small village called Thaxted in Essex and I heard she was specifically buried under the Stansted flight path so she could always be up to date on the comings and goings of the aircraft and its occupants. How lovely is that?

RIP Betty Young – you will always be a star.

The Magic of Stars is available on Amazon as an ebook.



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My own piece of Southwold

Hi everyone, hope you all had a great Christmas and are looking forward to a fabulous 2018. Just had to pop in to show you a picture of my wonderful Christmas present which brought tears to my eyes. My lovely husband and daughters surprised me with a dedication plaque that will sit on the handrail on Southwold pier. I’m really thrilled that apparently, I now own a bit of the pier, as I love Southwold and have been visiting the pier and beach for as long as I can remember.IMG_2404


Pretend you haven’t noticed the lack of a comma between Steve and Rosie x


If you have read my book, Air Guitar and Caviar will know just how thoughtful a gift this is. No spoilers, just in case you haven’t  read it (yet!) but my guitar playing hero, Dylan, came from Southwold, and the pier plays a romantic part in the book. I now feel, fanciful though it may be, that Southwold will always keep a little piece of Air Guitar and Caviar, the novel of my heart, in its history.

Can’t wait for our next trip up to Southwold so I can see my plaque in situ. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that next year I might get one of Southwold’s beach huts for Christmas, but I won’t hold my breath!

 While I’m on the subject of my books you might like to know that novel number two from the Blue Skies series, The Magic of Stars, is ready to be published and I am very excited to be putting the final touches to the gorgeous cover, designed, once again, by the very talented Berni Stevens. To me, the cover conjures up the essence of the novel completely: night skies in Florence, where my brooding Italian hero, Marco, first meets Sapphire – in a non-too flattering situation. Their initial mistrust of each other fades, as they travel to Edinburgh and the Scilly Isles together, in search of the perfect aircraft for Marco’s new airline. Brooding storms, starry, starry nights, and crashing waves play out around them as their attraction to each other deepens.


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Didn’t we have a lovely time?

Met up with some of the lovely Write Romantics for a weekend of serious writing talk and unusually (for me, anyway!) not much serious drinking, although Jo cracked open a bottle of Lanson champagne to celebrate us getting together.


Cats and suitcases- what is it with them?

‘Little cat’ decided to do what she always does when I get out my suitcase, so I was in danger of being late as didn’t have the heart to move her! Bless!


23484793_10210150446306699_438826843_oHad such a great time in Derby meeting Sharon Booth for the first time and catching up with Helen Phifer who drove down from Barrow-in Furness, Jo Bartlett who drove up from Kent, and Jessica Redland who came down from Scarborough, picking up Sharon on the way.

IMG_2185Sharon knew all about Bonny Prince Charlie reaching Derby in his quest to conquer England before deciding it wasn’t worth the bother (or something ike that!) Here he is, sitting on his horse, looking decidely camp and a bit like he’s sucking a lemon!

We went to the book cafe which we thought was rather splendid and we wished there were more of them in England, and then went to a shop that sold Charlie Bears as Julie (Jessica) collects bears, but at £200 each they were a bit on the expensive side, although they are absolutely gorgeous and very tempting. We rounded off the weekend by going to see Paddington 2 at the cinema which was fabulous – especially the end bit where Hugh Grant dances in a pink outfit! IMG_2188

Oh, and I made a very new friend who I think might become an important part of my life. She’s called Raspberry Ripple Pom–pom (I kid you not!) and she jumped into my shopping basket when I wasn’t looking!


Raspberry Pom-pom, I love you already.



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