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Coldwater Cottage – 6: The Father

Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 5 Ian stared back at the door, shut as it so often had been while a fire burned inside and rain fell outside. “You’re not coming in until you’ve chopped that wood!” The unshaven

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Coldwater Cottage – 5: The Wrasse

Previous instalments: 1 2 3 4 He’d seen plenty of ballan wrasses before. Every one of them had thrashed their tails to put as much distance as they could between themselves and him, which was a prudent reaction from a

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Coldwater Cottage – 4: The Descent

Previous instalments: 1 2 3 The ripples solidified into bare boulders as he dropped closer to them. In a year they’d be covered in weed. Darting fish would be hunting weed-eating snails and dodging larger fish, but now the debris

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Coldwater Cottage – 3: The Sister

Previous instalments: 1 2 He glanced at his dive computer. Six meters. The boat had already disappeared. The vermilion sleeve of his drysuit faded to grey as the sea drained the red from the light reaching him. He could be

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Coldwater Cottage – 2: The Dive

Previous instalments: 1 “You know what to do when I come up?” “If you do nothing, I do nothing. If you wave, I turn the clutch,” she fingered the lever on the outboard, “and drive over to you.” Ian heard

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Coldwater Cottage – 1: The Surface

Welcome to the promised new serialisation from the Eclectics, which will post at the same time every Monday for the next few weeks. I have fond memories of outlining Coldwater Cottage in a bar in Dahab, in Egypt’s Sinai Peninsula,

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The Scent of Sea and Nectar

It came back to me last week, when I was wheeling my chair between crocuses and daffodils. They’re hardly unusual flowers. They come out every spring. This spring, I happened to be visiting our grandchildren and I could hear waves

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Under the Hooked Cross – 1: Countdown

Here’s a new series from the Eclectics: an old story of mine, Under the Hooked Cross sliced into 17 instalments, to be served up every Monday evening. If you can’t wait for the next one, the links to the full

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Monday Motivation: Sebastian Faulks on all the reasons not to write

Originally posted on Allaboutwriting:
I came across an amusing article in The Guardian by Sebastian Faulks, author of, among many other things, one of my favourite novels, Birdsong (which, by the by, contains one of the best sex scenes I’ve…

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Jack Liberty’s Son

A long publication drought has recently broken when Jack Liberty’s Son was published in Space and Time 125. Now I feel like an author again as well as a writer! Many thanks to the editor, Hildy Silverman, for taking on Jack’s

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