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Rambling On

It has been a while since I last posted on this page, for that I apologise. Unlike many politicians, I am not going to say ‘but’ rather I wish I had posted more often.

I have been busy writing though. I have published three new novellas and a short story.

The short story, “Melissa. More or Less” was originally published in a Christmas special collection. Where it got a good reception, hence it being republished as a standalone short story.

Here is another Short story from the “Twisted” collection.

Surfer Girl

© Ted Bun Dec 2021

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The sun is glinting off the undulating surface of the sea all around me. I am maybe fifty metres offshore laying on my surfboard. On the shore, I can see the late afternoon breeze starting to pick up little squalls of sand. Soon the wind will gather strength and the squalls will turn into an abrasive, blinding blizzard of sand.

A nicely formed wave rises behind me, I kick the board forward and paddle hard. The wave rises behind me and I start to rush towards the shore. Twisting and turning the board I accelerate along the face of the wave for several seconds before turning towards the beach. The tail of my board drops and the wave breaks around me. I continue to ride the foaming surge through the shallows until the water starts to stream back out, leaving me stranded, my board beached.

I hurry to my feet, pick up my fibreglass bodyboard and waded through the ebbing streams before the next wave could wash over me. I walked up the slope of the beach pulling the scrunchie out of my hair, shaking it loose. I am a few years older and a couple of kilos heavier than the Beach Boy’s Surfer Girl, but I’m here by the ocean’s roar, with saltwater dripping from my long blondish hair.

I reach the spot where my bag and towel were waiting for me as the first blast of stinging sandblasts around my ankles.

I turn back to check on my unofficial surf buddy, it is always safer to have someone keeping an eye on you, the sea is a dangerous animal. Calm and peaceful one minute and seconds later, capable of tearing ships apart and spitting out the broken bits.

The guy in the baggy blue shorts has drifted along the beach earlier in the afternoon. We hadn’t spoken but I knew he was watching out for me and I kept an eye on him.

When I took a break from the surf to have a drink and a bit of time in the sun resting my muscles, he had disappeared along the beach. He returned half an hour later carrying his pack, which he dumped on the beach a polite distance away from me.

I had just ridden my last wave of the day, I bent down and picked up my towel. No way was I going to sit down and get my tanned, salty, skin scoured by the wind-blasted sand. I started to roughly towel my hair dry as buddy-boy got up on a big wave. He was going well when the wind got into the wave. It stopped dead and dropped, dumping all of its weight straight down, pitching him and his board headfirst into the shallows.

That was the sort of wipeout that causes broken collar bones, dislocated shoulders and concussions. The ones that kill unless someone is there to keep you safe.

I was relieved to see him break the surface, trying to wipe his dark hair from his face, pull his sand and water-filled shorts up and all the while groping for his board before the next wave smashed into him, knocking him down into the water again.

He failed and was sent sprawling by the next wave. This time he managed to gather his board up and started for the shore.

“Nice body!” I thought as I finger-combed my hair into a rough ponytail. He had a lean athletic build, with a slim waist and good pecs. “Only a year or two younger than my twenty-nine summers too!” I secured my hair with the bright pink scrunchie taken from my wrist.

From the way he was walking, he was not physically injured. The way he threw his board down next to his pack suggested that his pride had taken a battering. He pulled his towel from his pack and started to dry himself.

The tightening of my skin suggested that the sun and wind had already dried all the droplets of briny water from my body, leaving a thin coating of salt. Relucantly, I reached down into my bag and pulled out my sundress. which I slipped  on, fastening just a couple of the buttons. I rolled up my damp towel tucking it into the bag. Picked up my board and with it clamped firmly under my arm I set off towards my car.

“Au revoir, a demain! See you tomorrow!” I called I was well aware that the increasingly orange glow of the slowly setting sun was highlighting the depth of golden colour of my tanned limbs as I walked past, He smiled in response and went to wave but he had both hands full. I watched as he blushed struggling with his towel and the baggies. He went to say something. I had him, I’d made his heart come all undone.

I put my fingers to my lips to silence him. “Tomorrow!”

He would have to wait until then, there was no way he could complete the Modesty Dance and catch me before I reached the car. No matter how much I wanted him to.

I had learnt patience, the words of the song and images of me, would echo through his dreams all through the night. Surfer girl, surfer girl, my little surfer girl! In the morning I will make his dreams come true.

I know that tomorrow he will be dressed for a quick getaway, ready to take me everywhere I go. I smiled a self-satisfied little smirk. For that, he’d need to be attired to avoid the self-conscious towel shuffle. The one I remember all too well from the time before my death. From before I returned to the surf. From my life before I became the Naked Siren of the Surf!  

“Do you love me, do you, surfer girl?” he will plead, while, naked, we ride the surf together.


© Ted Bun Dec 2021

A new bike … a new book

I bought myself a new electric bike. We live on a hill, a long and in places steep hill, about a kilometre from the nearest bar (and the boulangerie). Being slightly eco, I prefer not to drive that short distance and go by bike, unless it is raining. Yes, I know a fairweather eco-warrior!

Proud of my new purchase I put a picture on Farceburk.

The new bike

This posting attracted a comment from my friend (?) Richard Savin. He is the author of some rather good books. Richard’s best seller is the excellent wartime drama that sweeps across Occupied France . “Girl in a Baker’s Van” so when he commented:

“The Nudist on The Butcher’s Bike?”

it made sense. It was also struck me as a challenge.

Several weeks later the plot had jelled in my mind and I started work on a story that turned out to be a much closer approximation to Richards title;

The Boy on a Baker’s Bike.

The story is set during the long summer break after finishing school. When after taking their A-Levels, English teenagers wait nervously for their results to find out if their higher education dreams are going to come true. It is the story of one young man’s working vacation one year during that fuzzy period as the seventies gave way to the eighties.

Read this story to discover the surprises that await our hero that hot summer. Dreams? which dreams? Will any of them come true?

I am delighted that the book will feature original artwork by Rene Gourley. The artist who created the cover image for The Girl with a Ginger Cat

The date of publication is not fixed yet … but I hope it will be on sale around the beginning of November. The details will appear on my author page as soon as everything is finalised.

Left Over Story

What is a writer supposed to do with bits of story, backstory and such like left over after publication?

Deliberately Left Over Story

A few years back I was working on what turned into “The Uncovered Policeman; Made For TV” when I discovered a chunk of the story was going in a different direction to the main narrative. I cut it out and dumped it into a separate file, summed up three thousand words in five lines and carried on.

Three thousand words, it was a lot of work, I wasn’t going to waste it, surely? Certainly not.

I added a few characters and followed the narrative. I ended up with one of my longer stories, “While Bees Sleep.” A story described by one reviewer as “a fine contribution to the literature of the body-positive movement.”

Unneeded detail

My last novelette, D-Day for Ruth is very much a one Point of View (PoV) piece. However, there are other characters in the book and to make the story work, they need a backstory.

One of the backstories developed into an interesting narrative of its own.

I was tempted to write it into the timeline of the existing story. I soon realised that it would involve extending the story beyond the ending as it exists. Effectively, it would become a different story.

I think it may appear as a second story however, it lacks an ending … Perhaps, one day!

The Unfinished Book

A third type of left over material is the incomplete work.

I have a half finished science fiction book. I think it has a rather good plot. I’d got to an ending … except as an early reader pointed out I give away the ending on the third page! That, he pointed out, makes reading the book rather pointless.

On re-reading after that blow, I discovered that I also break an established rule of the universe I set it in, which was very silly.

I still hope to return to this one and straighten out the mistakes.

So, No Waste

As you’ll see from the examples above I hate waste! It doesn’t mean that I don’t have old ideas, half paragraphs and unfinished stuff floating around. While some writers may discard work, I don’t; everything is recycled eventually.

The Origins of L’Abeille Nue

Several people have asked about the setting for many of the Uncovered Policeman stories, L’Abeille Nue. It is entirely fictitious. The location as described in the book “Goodbye Blues.” The stream, the orchard, the buildings and the pool exist only in my imagination now that I have lost the sketch map I made when I started the story. I could take you there I know exactly where it is but you would be disappointed.

The spirit of L’Abeille Nue is based on fact. During the early years of the last decade, Mrs Bun and I managed the Quinta da Horta, a naturist place in the south of Portugal.

The fabric of the resort was on its very last knockings. Held together by the paint we lashed onto every surface. The water pipes burst with alarming regularity. The roofs leaked when it rained and the drains were a total mystery, the man who had dug them had died taking their secrets to the grave.

No matter when the sun shone the place had a beauty and an atmosphere of peace. The wonderful guests and the volunteers that stayed created a buzz about the place. They would paint murals and pictures. Translate jokes from one language to another and laugh at the retelling.

We would all dine together under the night skies several time a week. Then play guitars (and for two weeks the accordion) and sing songs late into the night.

You see now the spirit of L’Abeille Nue, all it needed was decent, solidly constructed buildings. In an arrangement that would work better than the random dotting of old farm buildings, converted to cottages. Oh’ and a good electrical and water supply, drainage and for the twenty-first century proper Wi-Fi coverage.

Rags and Bea were luckier than Mrs Bun and I were, they got the perfect set up! While we now have the small but perfectly form L’Olivette … Where Chas and Di entertained guests in “In and Out of the Blues” and in “When the Music Stops: DC al Fine.” So we are good.

Crazy June

June 2020 will see me in print in three different places!

1 Dark London

Dark London is a two volume anthology of stories drawing on the darker side of the Capital’s streets and the people that fill them.

My story that lurks between the covers of Volume 1, hidden between stories by Jess Popplewell and Anne-Marie Ormsby (The Tower) and a safe distance from the foreword by Alice Castle (The London Murder Mysteries)

December Fog is one of those stories that floated around in my mind for several years with no natural outlet … until Dark Stroke came up with this collection.

A period piece set back before the Clean Air Act, in a time when heating was by coal and gas lighting was pretty high tech stuff!

The tale follows one man and his … No, that would give too much away!

I wonder … will you find the contemporary political joke in the tail?

The list of authors includes some fabulous writers:

Miriam Drori
Jess Popplewell
Ted Bun
Anne-Marie Ormsby
Kate Braithwaite
Donna Cuttress
Sue Barnard
Sam Hall
Cathie Dunn

And there are more stories in volume 2

Featuring tales by these talented scribes:

Angela Wren
Chris Dommett
Alice Castle
Richard Savin
Alan Taylor
Marie Gault
Tom Halford
Denise Bloom
Harper Channing

All the royalties from the sales of these books will go to The London Community Project and Centrepoint.

2 Murder in the Nudist Colony

A second Short Story in a charitable anthology.

Murder in the Nudist Colony, not a very PC title but it was chosen deliberately using the antiquated term “nudist colony” for a slightly retro, humorous touch. All the stories feature a murder in a place used for naturist recreation. The original idea was to have all the stories called “Murder in the Nudist Colony” but that was abandoned as too silly. Except …

My story is called “Murder in the Nudist Colony” and is set in a very British Nudist venue of considerable vintage. The crime is however very contemporary.

The other stories by such luminaries of naturist fiction as Paul Z Walker, Wallace Greensage, Robert Longpre, Matthew McDermott, Will Forest and Jacob Drake.

As well as new comers to the genre James Gault, Stan Muir, Adreas Nudetzki, Ana Juric, Hannah Steenbock, Gregg White and Robert Payne.

The collection sit behind a superb cover illustration by Fabien Barabe

Diverse, humorous and dark … read it! It is fun.

Royalties from this collection will be going to Médecins Sans Frontières (aka Doctors Without Borders)

3 The Last Day of June

A serious tome, for me. Hence it is published under a different name, Edward Yeoman and not Ted Bun.

Once again it is a story with a very long period of gestation. It started back in 1974, when I heard Al Stewart sing a song with a similar title. I kept returning to the idea’s and images the song had brought to mind and eventually I started to write the story in summer 2019.

The tale starts in 1934, when the last day of June was the last day of life for a lot of people. Taking three different view points the book sweeps through Europe and European History to the conclusion in 1974.

“I started to read it and couldn’t put it down!” Robert Whiston-Crisp

According to Robert’s wife, “He sat out in the garden and started reading it. He didn’t move until four o’clock when he went to the loo, came back and kept reading!”

April and May reading

If You Must Know: A Novel (Potomac Point Book 1)

Jamie Beck

A tale of two sisters, one her father’s joy, happy go lucky take each day as it comes, nearly thirty-year-old Erin. The other, her mother’s little girl, sugar and spice and all things nice. Married, a baby on the way, a part time teacher life is perfect for Amanda, until she discovers that her husband has been secretly visiting the same café as she does. Just a little lie … that is the first of many.

As Amanda’s life is shredded, Erin’s wobbles but they find they need each other.

A good read, stretching the credulity a bit far in a couple of places.

4 Stars 

Born in the Wrong Body (The Nudist Series)

Martin Brant

An interest read about a woman born in a male body and her struggles to be accepted and to escape.

Just a little bit too pat.

3 Star

Fools and Their Toys

Michael Beyer

Not Michael Beyer’s best by a considerable distance. It takes a different view point on the events in the earlier Sing Sad Songs.

I found the timeline confusing, which made it very difficult to follow the narrative.

The author indicates at the start of the story that he intends to meld the two books into one at some stage. Fools and Their Toys will benefit, I’m less sure that Sing Sad Songs will.

3 Stars

Mortal Blow (Wilson Book 12)

Derek Fee


If you have waded through the 11 books to get here, you’ll know about the Circle. You’ll know about the corruption in the Police Service of Northern Ireland.

You may have heard of the Panama Papers

Well Sammy Rice’s foot turns up and all hell breaks loose.

A fabulous Finale. (Please)

5 Stars

Border Badlands (Wilson Book 11)

Derek Fee

DS Wilson is sent to the South to help with a brutal murder, the powers that be know that the killers and the motive are in the Northern Ireland even if the crime wasn’t.

A bit of a pot-boiler there to convince the reader that he deals with other crimes beyond the Circle.

Good detective story if a little lackluster for the series.

A Field Guide to Fauns

Michael Beyer

Fifteen-year-old Devon Martinez is a very damaged and abused young man. He has been rescued by his father and is taken to join his step-family. Step-Mum is a beauty, her twin daughters are as like physically as they are different behaviorally. Devon is an introvert drawn to drawing pictures of Fauns, in fact his only friend is a faun!

Now they are all going to have to accommodate Devon’s problems and issues as he comes to terms with the abuse from his dead mother and coming to live in a naturist park.

Michael Beyer’s years of teaching enable him to get right beneath the skin of his characters and imbibe them with real traits, emotions and responses.

One to read.

Book of the Month

5 Stars 

The Naturalist

Andrew Mayne

Violent …

Super scientist, Professor Theo Cray, gets drawn into a murder case. A former student has been killed within a few miles of a place he is visiting.

Then the body count starts to mount, as armed with his computer modeling software he deduces deaths, murders, almost too many to count.

His observational skills enable him to detect bodies under the ground from the clues left by plants.

The problem is the cops don’t believe him. He has to catch the serial killer on his own.

Clever, well written and blood soaked.

5 Stars (just)

The Reed Ferguson Series: Books 7-9: A Private Investigator Mystery Series – Crime Suspense Thriller Boxset (The Reed Ferguson Mystery Series

Renee Pawlish

Reed Ferguson and his team of social misfit helpers blunder around 3 more cases aided by the glamourous Girlfriend and slightly hostile lady cop.

Fun light and not to serious even though the body count starts to stack up.

And … If the computer guy can hack everyone else’s mobile phone records in stories 1 – 8 why is it down to Reed to find a number noted somewhere in Case 9 before he can make progress … Just Askin

Enjoyable light reading

4 Stars

Tidal Wave

by R A Dee

An amusing like variation on the ‘Deep Space Asteroid Miner’ genre of sci-fi. Joe Tide is in deep space with is eccentric ship board computer, when he gets a Mayday from a pleasure yacht. He ends up stuck for the entire journey home with the man hating Professor Melissa Scrivener.

This book adds little to the sum of human knowledge or understanding but that is not what it about. As I say amusing, fun and easy reading.

4 Stars

Now, Then, and Everywhen (Chronos Origins Book 1)

by Rysa Walker (author)

Time travel in short installments all vaguely linked …. A cast of hundreds all called Kate.

Some interesting historical content on the early days of the American Civil Rights movement and the early days of the Beatles

It all got to confusing and little got resolved.

As a fan of good science fiction … I was disappointed.

Paul Kater’s book Time to Time (Reviewed in January) was a much better stab at time travel fiction.

3 Stars mainly for historical content

The Mad March Reviews

Started the month looking forward to meeting my American family in Florida. The month ended locked down in France, plenty of time for reading and writing.

Dorelle’s Journey (The Cloud Lands Saga Book 1)

Hannah Steenbock

A nice tale of a warrior girl (Dorelle) and her fighting, talking and thinking dragon.

Dorelle is a Dragon Rider, Mashira is her dragon. They have a different concept of duty to the commander of the Wing they belong to. To save Mashira’s life they have to run. Then things get worse, safety or duty?

A nice read, nothing deep, no hidden messages but fun

4 Stars

Magical Miss Morgan

Michael Beyer

Miss Morgan is one of those teachers that inspire, that is until the Wee People from the Kingdom of Tellosia turn up. Then things go to pot!

Attempts at getting her sacked and physical threats. A conflict with her boyfriends daughter. And fairies.

The Norwall Pirates, are there to help of course, this is a Michael Bayer book! Even if their involvement is always positive!

Fun easy reading, with lots of little moral messages either hidden away or slapping you around the face.

4 Stars

The Imposter’s Inheritance (Glass and Steele Book 9)

C.J. Archer

Maybe this should be a Glass and Glass book … Miss Steele has been Mrs Glass for quite a while.

Matt and India become embroiled in the theft of a magical gold coronet and the machinations of Lord Coyle. There are plenty of suspects for the crime all with good alibis for the time of the crime. After a lot of investigation they manage to solve the crime … and Lord Coyle?

Nice writing lots of little sub-plots with well drawn minor characters to help keep you reading. I rather enjoyed this one

4 Stars

This Won’t End Well

by Camille Pagán

Spoiler alert … it did.

Written as a diary with e-mail correspondence between the characters this story is about a failing human, in a failing romance, part of a failed family. Annie Mercer loses her job after complaining of sexual harassment. Annie’s best friend becomes obsessed with selling health supplements, instead of being a pal in her hour of need. Her boyfriend hightails it to France when they should be wedding planning.

Enter a new neighbour, followed by a detective, a violent lover … or is it. Annie has a new interest in life … Even Annie’s depressed mother has a new interest in life.

The plot swings between obvious to rather silly as it goes along. The only character that you really get to know is the rather wobbly heroine, Annie. I am sure in real life the other people in the story have more depth than gets into the diary.

Fun but rather empty.

I’ll give it 3 Stars

The Harlech Beach Killings: A Snowdonia Murder Mystery Book 2

The Snowdonia Killings: A Snowdonia Murder Mystery Book 1

by Simon McCleave

DI Ruth Hunter, a refugee from the Metropolitan Police (a London cop) takes up a new job in Wales, or a fictional country that has Welsh named places randomly distributed (and sometimes randomly spelt) across the landscape.

Ruth is on the run from the horror of London crime and the loss of her lover, who got on a train and is never seen again, despite checking the CCTV at every station.

Her partner in crime solving is an alcoholic Detective Sergeant with a huge need for a vodka breakfast that no one has noticed …

Both stories are Murder whodunits that lay lots of false trails about and are fundamentally good stories, except our damaged twosome manage to destroy rather of innocent(ish) lives as they bark up the wrong trees.

In the second story Ruth has a new relationship … but I guess it is doomed as she is still in love with her missing partner.

Not impressed

2 Star pot boilers

THE SPICE MAN OF CASABLANCA (Tea and Scones at the Canal Side Cafe’ Book 1)

by Maggie Morley

Two interchangeable young girls go on a cruise. One pulls the Third Officer, the other the man from the British Consulate. How did the man from the Foreign and Commonwealth Office get involved? The Spice Man deals in other things.

Sadly there is little more to the plot. There are lots of changes of clothing, a plentiful descriptions of items on the menu and people who get introduced and disappear for ever.

Not Classified

Hattie Goes to Hollywood

Caroline James

Not that Hollywood, the one in Cumbria. For that matter, it isn’t the famous Hattie , Hattie Jacques either. Although, Hattie Mulberry is a larger, voluptuous and sexually aware lady of a number of years life experience too. She has been married twice, once to an Italian and then more recently and, all too briefly, to Hugo. Hugo had a massive heart attack, Hattie was sat at the Captain’s table on a cruise with him at the time.

Hattie comes to Hollywood to collect on an inheritance, Holly Cottage, which has been left to her by an aunt. The day she arrives there is a funeral next door at Holly House, preceded by a loud argument between two female voices.

The next day with her furniture in the cottage and Alf, and his dog Ness, set to work tidying the dilapidated garden, Hattie decides to call at the big house. Where she meets the recently widowed Daphne, a far from merry widow. Daphne’s husband, a popular man with the gang at the pub, apparently committed suicide. Daphne describes him as a happy man. A man who wouldn’t have left her in a parlous financial state by breaching the terms of his life insurance.

Alf is a gardener and handyman who worked at a ‘hotel’ a short distance from Hollywood. Hattie had met Alf when she been employed at the ‘hotel’ before marrying Hugo. There is much more than a bacon sandwich and a roll-up to Alf and the ‘hotel’ might deserve the inverted commas!

Stop her from getting bored in her new rut, it is Alf who suggests that Mrs Mulberry should become the village Miss Marples. Her first case awaits.

The cast of village characters are nicely drawn, pencil outlines where that is all that is needed, watercolours where colour is needed and just a few detailed portraits. It is a well-balanced piece of writing in this respect. Just enough to make the difference between the vicar’s hippy-dippy second wife and the nosey shop keeper very clear.

The randy pub manager is one of Hattie’s big fans, although it would appear that most of the pub regulars are victims of her undoubted charms. As you would expect from a village crime story, the pub, the shop and vicarage are all frequently visited locations.

The plot is a simple vehicle to enable the likeable and less pleasant characters to interact with Hattie. Only the out and out baddies are not redeemable in this light story.

All you have to do is get yourself a nice cup of something, a packet of your favourite biscuits, sit in your favour fireside chair and turn the pages while smiling at these delightful characters. Well, that is what I did.

Oh, and did I mention Drake? I should have mentioned Drake, too late now you’ll have to read the book to find out!

5 Stars

Books for January 20

Slim to None

Jenny Gardiner

Abbie is the Restaurant Critic for the New York Sentinel and she has the body to go with it, after a life time of indulging in the finest food available. So much so she is no longer able to go ‘undercover.’ The restaurants know her and she is starting to get special treatment!

As a result, she is replaced by Barry and demoted to a once a week column until she loses some of her identifying weight.

Why is she so addicted to food? Her Grandmother, Gigi, who taught her to cook to keep her away from her warring parents? Her parents? Social pressure?

Supported, sometimes indirectly, by the males in her life she sets about rebuilding herself.

A pleasant read, however I found the detailed recipes that ended many chapters an affectation that cost the book a whole star and her girlfriend, Jess just disappearing…

4 Stars – 1 for the cookery lessons.   

Love Lost in Time

Cathie Dunn

The stories of two women living centuries apart, but through the actions of others, in the same region of France.

It is apparent from the very beginning that both of the women are trapped. Only one has the power to set them both free and she doesn’t know it.

The older story set in the time of Charlemagne offers a tale of blood, violence, and feuding. The heroine, although loved by father and her future husband, is treated as a chattel battered to please the King. Forced into an arranged marriage to man she hardly knows sent across the country from Vaulun to the citadel of Carcassonne to marry the Count.

The other contemporary woman, Madie, has been left a house by her estranged. Francophile, mother. Not that she wants to keep it, do it up and sell it; get back to Newcastle and her life as an academic, that’s her plan. Her mother it transpires had other ideas. Trapped in the house, she finds herself the focus of attention from the locals, in more ways than one.

Then there is the mystery of her father …

Although she is best known as a writer of historical romance, the story set in contemporary time is an elegantly written and realistic romance.

5 Stars

Time to Time

Paul Kater

Paul Kater his written a delightful piece of time travel fiction. The main character Cordelia Brown used to (or is it, she will?) work for a company that makes time machines. Until, it all goes to pot one day and she escapes in an unfinished time machine. When we meet her she is building a new life in the past, has a boyfriend in a different country but in contemporary time.
All is going well until, agents from her time appear and … the rest you will have to read for yourself.
A fun uplifting tale, cleverly plotted.

5 Stars

The Real Story Of The Boat That Rocked

Ray Clarke

The story of Radio Caroline, written by someone who was there, for part of it. A well written book sprinkled with dozens of amusing, scary and totally mundane anecdotes collected from former DJs, the Owners, office workers and supporters of Britain’s first commercial radio station.

The book covers the heady early days of the Station in the 1960 through the low times, the shipwrecks being impounded, to the modern day.

Radio Caroline still transmits to the East of England, 24 hours a day- everyday,  on the medium wave and to the rest of the world via DAB and the Internet. They use the Radio Caroline ship, the Ross Revenge (a record breaking trawler before she became a broadcast ship) for a monthly broadcast under the guise of Radio Caroline North.

The book is illustrated with a selection of photographs, many of which unless you are a transmitter-mast nerd, look much the same.

I found it to be an interesting read.

4 stars


David Toft

Two worlds are suddenly linked, ours and one where the Church has developed mental powers. Powers that they need tortured souls to sustain. Guess who’s souls they are after.

A Murder and a spate of disappearances bring Detective Chief Inspector Seamus Brogan to a remote part of the countryside outside Dublin. Where he finds himself driving off the road, literally the road has disappeared. He has crossed into the other world.

Can he save himself, the rather attractive woman who was with him and the rest of our world?

A cleverly constructed tale. I enjoyed turning the pages.

4 Star

A Friend in Need

Elizabeth M. Hurst

A second story set in the same village and involving characters we met in Siren Spirit.

Once again we have a well written and engaging story of spirits trapped in a place beyond their time, while people try to deal with the issues in their own lives.

The representation of Selena’s depressive illness and behaviour is one of the best I have encountered in fiction.  

A likeable story, a good fireside read for a cold winter’s evening … or maybe on a sun lounger by the pool.

4 Stars

A Wife and a Bisexual Husband

Martin Brant

A novel, written in a woman’s voice, about her coming to terms with her husband’s admission that he is bisexual. Not only is he bisexual he is also impotent, which of course brings, Kate, the wife’s sexuality into play.

This is a patchy exploration of the doubts and uncertainties Kate experiences along the way to her new life. Some of her internal conversation repeats several times, others are almost glossed over. While in her life she struggles with some small steps and at other times she makes huge bounds almost without thought.

For the patchy nature.

3 Stars

Who Kills a Nudist

Paul Whybrow

A complex story of interwoven crimes in the English county of Cornwall, a spiritual home of smuggling of all types.

The trigger for the tale is the death of rather gentle pensioner, a man who was found naked in the sea. He had been sexually assaulted and violently killed. (That is about it for nudists as far as this story is concerned!)

Enter Detective Chief Inspector Neil Kettle, a man with enough on his plate already. Widower of 3 years, his only real friend his father-in-law who was also a heroic thief taker in his days in the police.

A plot that has more elements than the periodic table (not really but it is a busy story) the Cornish Detective could be a series to follow.

4 stars

A Village by the River

Martin Brant

A story from the Nudist Series that Marin Brant has created.

Jonathon, a born hiking enthusiast, decides to abandon his damp, clingy clothes, one afternoon when out hiking and has an epiphany.

The rest of the book concerns his relationship with Patricia, a girl he encounters while on a naked ramble and trying to get his friend Timothy, to join him.

A very American book, many of the cultural references … factory dormitories, for instance, are outside of British experience. So learnt something as well as enjoying a gentle stroll through Americana with out my clothes.

4 Stars

Return of Uncovered Policeman

Yes the Uncovered Policeman, Rags, is set to return in a new adventure! LIVE, LOVE and LAUGH is the eleventh story in the series featuring the unclad copper.

The new story is released on Thursday 21st November 2019. The Kindle edition is available for pre-order on Amazon from …. NOW!!

The paperback is already available to purchase on the Amazon website. Whoo – Hoo!

The front cover of Live, Love and Laugh
The return of the Uncovered Policeman

Rags is back with a new adventure set, in part, on the island of New Albion. A place created by Wallace Greensage for “Who Is This Naked Lady?: And What Have They Done With My Wife?

Rags finds himself surrounded by strong, caring and supportive women; most of them strongly influenced by Bea. All wanting the very best for a man they all view as someone very special, Bea’s influence at work again?

If you remember how he left the after party following the final, farewell performance of the Unknown Twins. How he returned to his hotel and he sat and talked the night away. Then you might have an idea where this story starts.

If you don’t, well, this might be a good time to read or re-read The Uncovered Policeman: The Long Road!