Barbara Bothwell

2022!

2022-01-02T08:56:00.001+00:00

Wishing you all a Happy New Year! Here's to a peaceful and - fingers crossed! - healthier 2022.

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Murder in Mitcham Parva

2021-07-05T10:57:00.005+01:00

Another murder in the New Forest! This time Cleo Marjoribanks gets involved helping DCI David 'Steaming' Kettle solve not just the crime of theft but also murder. Friends of Cleo's have a superb collection of amber but is all of it real? Has some been stolen? And why was a cleaning lady found dead?

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00V3CX074

Antiques in the Attic

2021-05-18T12:04:00.000+01:00

What happened to the antiques Sarah discovered in the attic? That wasn't the only puzzle - she also found a laptop and a briefcase, then her ex-husband's body was found in his car on the South Downs. Before she can hand the antiques over to the police they disappear. So, even supposing that her ex still had keys to the house, if he was dead who and how did they access the house?

Can the police unravel the puzzle? And is Sarah's life in danger?

Antiques in the Attic is available on Kindle for $4.99/£3.92. There is also a paperback edition available on the same web site.

Hope you enjoy reading this first book in the South Downs Trilogy. And, of course, recommend it to you friends! Thank you.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00C2Q655O

No Sky Television

2020-08-13T11:43:00.005+01:00

Bad enough that it is too hot and muggy to do anything. Add to that Sky Television is not working - yesterday it was almost blanket non-coverage in West Sussex. No idea whose fault it is today but....

What do I want to do? The same as most other house-bound golden oldies - watch television. Especially I want to watch who is doing what in the Snooker! Not bothered about the continual repeats of other programmes. Snooker is live!!! Guess I will have to get out my old laptop computer and see if I can watch it on that. Fingers crossed!

'Homicide in Hampshire'

2020-08-06T15:41:00.000+01:00

The New Forest in Hampshire is somewhere I have long wanted to live. Maybe when - like Cleo Marjoribanks - I win lots of dosh on the lottery. Dream on!

From the moment Cleo was seen driving through the village in her vintage Rolls Royce she became a person of interest. Flamboyant with her red hair and colourful caftans, along with her London (sometimes cockney) accent and warmheartedness she quickly made friends. Just as well because not long after her arrival her housekeeper was murdered. Cleo had been away and on her return found the poor woman dead in the swimming pool. DCI David 'Steaming' Kettle took charge - big surprise, they had known each other as children when they lived in East London.

As one reviewer put it 'Small village mystery with many people who could be the culprit. Easy read, funny characters who have good chemistry.'

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B005LO72BA

This is also available in print format!

FREE BOOK - DEATH OF A COPYCAT

2020-07-17T08:14:00.001+01:00

When English travel writer Trudi moved to Florida (which is a mystery in itself!) she did not expect to become embroiled in a murder investigation. This was when TWO members of a writers' circle were killed. At first the Sheriff wanted to blame Trudi - as the outsider - but fortunately a Detective believed she was innocent. But not without incident for Trudi. Thanks to a clever piece of driving she avoided what could have been a fatal accident.

The book is FREE for the weekend 10-13 JULY 2020.

amazon.co.uk/dp/B005T258S8

Funny-peculiar Friends!

2020-07-15T10:50:00.001+01:00

Working in Miami in 1979 (or thereabouts!)

What a good job I have a sense of humour. Throughout the Lockdown several friends who normally rely on e-mails for keeping in touch resorted to long telephone calls. Yes, they were much appreciated by this 81-year-old. Although the conversations began with their wanting to know how I was getting on, it quickly became clear that they wanted to talk about how lonely and bored they were.

They all know that I live on my own and that my neighbours are either out at work or, like me, disabled. Which leaves me very much on my own. And some of these friends even had the temerity to say that as I am on my own any way, I am used to it. Really? Maybe they should write down and read what they are going to say before they make phone calls!!!

Passing lonely hours with Crosswords

2020-04-13T08:24:00.000+01:00

During this lock-down crisis I am sure more and more people are taking to crossword puzzles.

If you haven’t tried them, please do. The easy ones really are very easy. And with practise you can quickly improve and find yourself wanting to try slightly trickier ones. When you are a beginner nobody minds if you ‘cheat’ by looking at the answers. After all, if you don’t know the answer how will you learn without looking it up? You never know, you might become so good at them you end up being able to win competitions!

Over the years I’ve progressed from small ‘quick’ crosswords up to cryptics. Not always successfully – it depends whether I can get onto the same wavelength as the setter.

Another problem I have is knowing or having knowledge of several other languages. I’ve lost count how many times I have puzzled over an answer which fits the number of letters but isn’t the right answer. Yup, try fitting an English word across a Spanish word. Don’t work.

Happy crosswording!

Living in Isolation

2020-03-27T10:48:00.002+00:00

Thanks to Corona Virus most of the countries affected are either in lock-down or about to be.

Looking back into history and Britain’s Great Plague of 1666 there was only one way that died in London – the Great Fire of London. (Ironically William the Conqueror took over Britain in 1066). 600 hundred years later.

We should think ourselves lucky that we CAN stop the spread of the virus. But only if we pull together and obey the rules.

As I live alone and am used to isolation, it isn’t too much of a problem for me. Of course I do have the universal problem of grocery shopping. I was fortunate in that I had a grocery order delivered a couple of weeks ago and already had my April delivery booked. Today I received notification that I can only have 80 items. Going to be difficult deciding which 80 to take bearing in mind that I haven’t been able to get a May delivery booked.

I suspect that I may have to break ‘the law’ and go to the supermarket this weekend.

If you know of any old and/or disabled people who may need help please, please, please give them a hand.

Wind or Rain?

2020-02-22T11:06:00.000+00:00

Which do you think is the worst? For me it is the wind. Even tho’ I have a Rollater (what’s that? Popularly called a walker – except that it has wheels, so it don’t walk!) walking in wind is still a problem. The wind blows it all over the place.

So, as you can guess, gale force winds equals to me (and others) being housebound. Obviously the food cupboard is well stocked but there are some items that have to be replenished. I am now in the habit of checking the weather forecast to check the wind velocity and dashing out when the wind is ‘breezy’.

Help from the neighbours? Four flats per floor – me and the lady at the other end are disabled and two flats in between are occupied by workers.

On Monday I am meeting with someone from the County Council Adult Social Care Team so that they can assess my needs. But….

The meeting is at Age UK’s Laburnum Centre so that we can use one of their private rooms. Part of the discussion centres around the fact that I live alone. I assume there is free parking at the Centre whereas my nearest car park – next door – costs. Ergo Costs: Council – zero; OAP – 2 taxis.

Watch this space for progress report!

A FREE book for Valentines Day

2020-02-14T08:24:00.001+00:00

Happy Valentines Day! From today until Tuesday I am giving you a free crime novel!

DEATH OF A COPYCAT is set in Sunny Florida (where I used to live) and where English travel write, Trudi, now lives. When a member of the Writing Circle dies the local Sheriff chooses the stranger as the culprit. Fortunately Detective Ricardo Gomez doesn't agree. Along with help from Trudi and her friend Lucia he discovers who-dunnit. And it was almost too late for Trudi and Lucia.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B005T258S8

FREE KINDLE BOOK - Dirty Deeds in Downdene

2020-01-08T11:52:00.000+00:00

My pressie to you lovers of Cleo Marjoribanks the cockney millionaire who lives in the New Forest. The second book in the series - Dirty Deeds in Downdene - will be free from tomorrow 9th January for FIVE days only.

In this book Cleo gets mixed up with golfing crowd after an estate agent is murdered. Yes, her close friend DCI David 'Steaming' Kettle is trying to solve the mystery with what he terms as interference!

As well as making new friends with some lady golfers, the golf club secretary tells Cleo she isn't welcome there as she is a 'whore'!!! Read it to find out her response!

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B008ORNGCU

Merry Christmas - Happy Holidays!

2019-12-23T08:29:00.000+00:00

Whatever your beliefs, I am sure that over this festive period you will be celebrating something. Maybe a birthday or two so - Happy Birthday.

Personally I am very happy that 2019 is almost over. It hasn't been a good year as I've been on the sick list for most of it. I needed surgery and the NHS came up trumps - they paid for it to be done privately. I think it was due to my age. I reached 80 in April. No, no celebrations but I did received two greetings cards with the age on them!

Recovery from the surgery has been slow, but I am getting there - as they say. I am now hoping to be fit enough to do some cruising in 2020 - watch this space!

All the best for 2020 - and here's to a peaceful New Year. Lots of love to you all.

The Repair Shop - great television

2019-11-30T12:24:00.000+00:00

If you haven’t watched this BBC programme let me recommend it. Especially if you want to see damaged items repaired. Not just any old items but well used ones being lovingly mended by experts. Maybe beloved family reminders, others may have been dropped and a few are antiques.

Running the shop – as it were – is furniture restoration expert Jay Blades. Watch carpenter Will Kirk, especially as he carves a new piece of wood to match the antique he is repairing. (My carpenter Grandfather would have loved to watch him). Then there are brother and sister Steve and Suzie Fletcher. He is an expert on clocks and watches and she works wonders with leather. Also in some of the programmes are Kirsten Ramsay who deals with ceramics (ever seen the number of pieces a dropped plate can create?) Dominic is the blacksmith and I mustn’t forget the doll ladies who clean up, re-make or whatever it takes to bring over-loved dolls and teddy bears back to life.

These wonderful experts – and others – are at The Repair Shop at the Weald and Downland Living Museum in Singleton, West Sussex. I should emphasise that they aren’t there 24/7 but plying their trades for this really interesting television show.

For more information you can contact

BBC.co.uk/shows and tours/takepart/the_repair_shop

In Love with Georgette Heyer

2019-10-16T14:44:00.001+01:00

I was first introduced to the books of Georgette Heyer in my early teens when a teacher read ‘Friday’s Child’ to us.

Over the decades I have read all of her books – Regency and Mystery – several times. I suspect that every teenaged girl read the Regency novels as romances. But after reading them when a bit older you realise that they are a brilliant insight into High Society in that period. Whenever you read them a second – or more – times you begin to see how witty (in some cases – hilarious) they are.

Georgette Heyer researched everything about that period – clothes, food, transport, manners, speech. She became an expert on the period and was a bloody good writer.

In the 1960s I was working for a mining magazine and it turned out that one ‘elderly’ gentleman there had been a mining engineer and was friends with Georgette Heyer’s husband – who had also been a mining engineer. When I told him how much I admired the writer’s work he said he would introduce me. Unfortunately he died before that could happen.

Thanks to Amazon Kindle I am now beginning my own collection of Georgette Heyer books.

Incidentally, Joan Aiken Hodge wrote a superb biography of Georgette Heyer entitled ‘The Private World of Georgette Heyer'. Paperback available on Amazon.

Winter Shopping

2019-10-13T14:31:00.000+01:00

Yes, I know it is only autumn but for me any temperature below 16c (61f) is cold!!! I do try to put off switching on any heating (fortunately heaters in each room - don't have central heating!) until absolutely necessary. And, no, not yet into the thermals! Well, got to have something extra put on when it gets really, really, really cold.

Of course - as for most of us - this is the time to start checking the winter clothing. Two pairs of trousers and a jacket from Bon Marche. Unfortunately I seemed to have something wrong with my brain the first time I went in there and bought size 20. Eh????? Obviously took them back and changed them for the smaller size (no not telling you!). Fortunately the jacket was too tight round the armholes so I just changed that. It actually made me look like the Michelin Man (remember him?).

Just ordered a jacket on line. The only colour available in my size was 'ochre' a yellowish colour. Wanted the blue (what I call peacock blue but think it has changed its name these days). Have no idea whether the colour will suit me but we will find out when it is delivered.

Sweaters? Got plenty of them and am currently knitting a twin set - cardi in scarlet and pullover in yellow. Should cheer me up!

Kissing a dolphin in the waters just off Mexico
(in the Gulf of Mexico).
A reminder of warmer days!

Trouble in Trewith Green

2019-09-11T10:21:00.000+01:00

This is the opening of the 5th Cleo Marjoribanks murder mystery. Not a good start to the day when a body is found outside her home....

As I pulled up in front of the elegant Georgian house I had to sigh. So beautiful. No, I'm not jealous

of friend's home. If I lived in one like this I'd have to quieten down and become more ladylike. My Edwardian mock-Tudor is better for a slightly overweight, red-headed Eastender driving a Land Rover around the New Forest.

'Come on through to the kitchen, Cleo,' Paula Linley invited me in.

Informal then, I mused as I followed her down the hall. Wonder what this urgent matter is all about? Hope it's nothing to do with Maggie. She's Paula's teenage daughter who hasn't, yet, discovered boys.

'Morning, Stella,' I greeted the young woman sitting at the table, a mug of coffee in front of her.

'Morning, Cleo. Thanks for coming over. I am afraid that it is my fault,' the clipped accent told me.

'Coffee?' Paula asked as I sat down.

'Please. Any gingerbread?'

'No, but I do have some bun loaf.'

'Great. And lashings of butter, please.'

Once we were settled I looked from one to the other of them. 'What's up?'

Paula waved a hand in Stella's direction. 'It's your story.'

The younger woman sighed. 'You know my Mother and Paula were at school together?' The milk chocolate brown eyes looked at me. I nodded.

'Well there was another lady who was at school with them. Caroline Warner.'

Paula took up the story. 'She married Jonathan and they have two daughters.'

Why the life story? 'And all this is interesting because.....?' I asked.

Stella ran a hand through her fluffy brown hair. Hey! She's got some highlights. Should have noticed that before. 'The thing is, Cleo, you will think I am making things up.'

'Such as an overactive imagination?'

'Maybe.'

'Spit it out.'

'What?'

I grinned. 'Sorry, one of my Gran's sayings.' I waved a hand at her. 'Go on.'

'Caroline died of cancer a couple of years ago.'

'And?' Unfortunately too many people still die of cancer.

'Her husband died a couple of weeks ago.'

Silence.

'What of?' I finally asked.

'Fell off a ladder.'

Yeah, that'll do it. 'I assume he was quite high up or something?'

Stella nodded. 'Cleaning the gutters.'

Another silence and Stella finished her coffee. Replacing the mug on the table she took a deep breath. 'The thing is, Cleo, I don't think that was an accident.'

'As in was he pushed?'

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01DJBANEO

Also available on KOBO.

'MURDER IN MITCHAM PARVA'

2019-09-04T19:32:00.000+01:00

Here is the opening to the fourth Cleo Marjoribanks murder mystery.....

I don't believe it! Only back from Spain for a few weeks and there's another body. No, I haven't found another one as I did when David and I were on holiday. Apparently there's been a murder in another village in the Forest - that's the New Forest in Hampshire.

This morning before Mrs. Walsh - who 'does' for me - had unpacked her overall and put on the kettle (sorry - switched on the kettle) she was in full spate with the news.

'Had a terrible shock,' she told me in her New Forest burr. 'Linda's dead.'

'Who?'

'My friend, Linda'

'Sorry to hear that. Was she ill?'

'No-o-o. Murdered.' She wrung her hands. Yeah, honest she did. She only needed a puzzled look from me to continue, 'Her husband found 'er in the garding this morning. She went out to bingo in their church 'all last night and didn't come 'ome.'

'Wasn't he worried?'

She shook her head which is now a strange chocolate brown with blue tips and whispered. 'Separate bedrooms.'

'He wouldn't know she'd stopped out.'

'Right, but I don't know why 'e didn't notice at breakfast.'

'Letting her have a lie in?'

'Nah. She works at Mitcham Manor. Cleaning, like me, so she'd 'ave ter be up early.'

'You said she was murdered?' I reminded her.

'Head bashed in.'

Yup, that'd kill someone. 'Oh dear. How did you find out?'

'One of their neighbours phoned ter tell me and ask if I've got 'n hour or two ter spare today if they need someone ter fill in at the Manor.'

Her phone played 'My Way' - she's a Frank Sinatra fan - and she rummaged in her bag for it. That's when I noticed that her nails match the blue in her hair.

When she'd finished the call and was jotting something in her Filofax I asked, 'Why do you still have a Filofax? You can put all that info onto the phone.'

'Don't know how to. This is a new one my 'usband give me.' She snorted. 'A phone's a phone. That's all I need. It's easier ter plan my weeks with the Filofax.'

Rather like me and my calendar. Incidentally, she's a bit older than me. I think somewhere in her fifties and, so my friend Paula tells me, is always formal. Calls all her clients Mrs. or Miss - whatever. We've decided it must be a family trait as it seems all her family worked in service. You know, maids and things in the big houses.

Mug of tea and two biscuits later Mrs. Walsh finally got started on the work and I went to my office - or study or whatever you want to call it - and phoned Paula.

Sorry, but the cover seems to have gone AWOL!

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00V3CX074

Also available on Kobo.

Lovely morning but....

2019-08-23T13:26:00.001+01:00

Summer has arrived - hurray! And this morning my writer friend, Roberta Grieve, and I met for coffee. As we are both busy ladies with our writing we don't get together often enough so there is always lots to talk about.

Except.... this morning when we were sitting inside the cafe - with its doors open - and had difficulty hearing each other because of a very loud street singer (C&W) 'entertaining' shoppers. Bad enough having to put up with 'background music' inside shops without being force-fed it when trying to enjoy cup of coffee and chat. Time to find another coffee shop - away from the madding crowd!

Left me wondering how many customers, like us, the shops in London Road, Bognor Regis, lose due to the unwanted noise?

Wake up, Bognor, when people are shopping or wanting to chat they DON'T need intrusive noise.

'A Favourite Aunt' by Christina.

2019-08-15T11:41:00.002+01:00

This is the opening to my book 'A Favourite Aunt' based on events that happened to many women in the 1960s. This was before the Marital Laws changed in the early 1970s thus making it easier for women - they could get restraining orders on their abusive husbands! Prior to that they either 'put up' with the abuse or did what I did - left! Unfortunately the law was still on the side of the husbands.

'I can't thank you enough for your help, Christina,' the distinguished white-haired gentleman sitting across from her raised his glass to the grey-eyed woman whose dark hair showed auburn lights.

The woman smiled fondly at him. 'No problem, Robert. With the support you and Mary

have given me over the years, it's the least I could do.'

'But your comments and corrections have made the book so much better.' Actor Robert Denby had now completed his autobiography to the publisher's satisfaction and had brought Christina to his favourite restaurant tucked away in the City of London. Away from autograph hunters. 'The time you spent on the manuscript must have cut into your work time.'

'Don't worry about it. It does me good to get away from my own writing. That is why I also write travel articles.'

'Ah yes. As when I take a break from Shakespeare and do something a little more lighthearted.'

They continued with their meal, then Robert, his brown eyes twinkling, surprised his companion. 'Christina, why don't you write your autobiography?'

'What?' She grinned, her eyes open wide in surprise. 'I'm not famous. No one would buy it, even if I managed to get it published.'

'Okay, so you're no Agatha Christie, but your travel books do sell well.'

'Not phenomenally. Why do you think I also went out to work until I almost reached retirement age? I needed a steady income to pay the bills.'

'Mmm. It's a pity you never bought your own place.'

'You know why I couldn't. I'm a woman. Back in the 1960s women couldn't get a mortgage.' She grinned ruefully, 'Not that that would have helped many of us. Our wages only just covered the rent on a bed-sit with hot and cold running water and a gas ring.'

'Which is why you should write your autobiography. To let people know how hard life was for single women of our generation and in your circumstances especially. I often wonder how many of you survived to make a success of your lives?'

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B072LK5GNV
Also available in paperback and

Available on KOBO.

Rock'n'Roll Murders

2019-07-31T19:08:00.000+01:00

Like nostalgia? This story goes back to the late 1950s - Elvis Presley was doing his national service! Long John Silver and the Pirates had a record climbing the charts and in the summer were doing a tour along south coast resorts. All going very well until someone killed the Assistant Stage Manager. Here is the opening:

Before he had even cut off the last note of the song the audience was cheering and clapping. As he finished, bowed and waved, Harry Jones was awed by the adulation. It was incredible that after all his years in the business it had taken this rock and roll invasion from America – and his new incarnation – to bring about such success.

He turned to his backing group, The Pirates (Sid and Johnny on guitars and Olly on drums) to thank them and invited the audience to applaud them. If it wasn’t for them he wouldn’t be here now. He was the new “teenage” sensation, Long John Silver, a glittering figure in silver trousers and blouson top. With, of course, the regulation black hair cut in the style made popular by film stars such as Tony Curtis (and copied by Elvis Presley who, now doing his military service, sported a much shorter cut) – a quiff on top and the sides brushed back into the style called a DA (duck’s arse).

The Pirates? They were dressed as pirates in black trousers, white frilly shirts, red bandanas and long black hair tied back at the nape.

“Oh! Wow! You’re fantastic!” Harry told the audience.

“No, you are!”

“I love you, Long John!”

“You’re the best!”

These were just some of the replies from the teenagers in front of him.

Having entertained them with his new song, he broke into the one they had all been waiting for – his latest hit.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007BBJMB4

ALSO available on KOBO

War Records - Family info

2019-07-31T08:05:00.000+01:00

My Dad was in the RAF during World War 2, but he rarely spoke about his experiences. I did learn from Mum that he was supposed to be trained as a pilot. As he didn't want to do that he overstayed a 24hr pass. Ended up in the camp 'prison' but didn't care. He was the only one there and was very happy to have his sketch pad and pencils with him. At night the two guards went off duty and left him with the keys - in case of an air raid. Very trusting.

His next non-experience was driving a lorry which he crashed. (He was a lousy driver!)

So, not knowing exactly what he did during the war I did some internet research. He was with 110 Repair and Salvage Unit. I do know he was stationed in a couple of places in the UK, one being Blackpool. Can't remember the other camp and, of course, there may have been some other(s). In 1945 he was in Italy, somewhere near Venice - have some of his watercolours to prove it! As well as snaps that he took en route from wherever they landed (from a ship) to Venice.

If you are looking for information about about anyone who served during the war the web site is:

www.forces-war-records.co.uk/namesearch

Back to writing - at last!

2019-07-29T16:16:00.002+01:00

Having been ill most of this year I haven't been able to get into the writing mode but.... At last!

I had an idea based on World War II - which I lived through as a child. Started listing things that I remembered - went to several pages! Now I am trying to fill out each point so that I can see what I have that can be used but.... have not idea yet what genre it will be in. A case of watch this space.

In the meantime I have now put my books onto Kobo in addition to Amazon Kindle (where some are in paperback format).

Got my Mojo back!

2019-07-18T14:14:00.001+01:00

Hi everyone,

Sorry I've been a bit 'slow' this year but I was, unfortunately, unwell (to say the least). I ended up having surgery and am now gradually getting my act together.

Now, as well as having my books on Amazon Kindle they are available on Kobo. (Paperbacks of some are available on Amazon).

Will try to keep you updated.

Sky Arts Painting Programmes

2019-07-14T13:31:00.000+01:00

Two of my favourite television programmes are Sky Arts Portrait Artist of the Year and Sky Arts Landscape Artist of the Year. I suspect because art is in my blood – my father was an artist – watercolour, pastel and pencil and I loved watching him at work. Yes, of course, he helped me with school projects!

Portrait Artist of the Year

It is fascinating watching the artists at work. Their models are three celebrities with three painters per celebrity each week. Oils, acrylic, watercolour, pastel, charcoal, pencil and even scratching on metal. Incredible. The winner gets to paint a commissioned portrait of a celebrity. This year it was Sir Tom Jones and, as he was relaxed, I saw a whole other side to him.

Landscape Artist of the Year.

Nine artists a week are taken outdoors to paint – maybe a castle, a house, ruins, gardens, coastline, mountains. As with the portraits a variety of mediums are used. One that recently amazed me was a lady with fabrics and a sewing machine!

………

I don’t envy the judges – artist Tai-Shan Shierenberg, Arts Curator Katherine Soriani and Art Historian Kate Bryan. They have a very hard job, but neither do I always agree with their choices! It would be a boring world if we all liked the same things.

And the programmes are brilliantly presented by Dame Joan Bakewell and – for a light touch – Stephen Mangen.

Although the programmes are shown on Sky Arts, they are repeated on Channel 4.