Moving country – exchanging sun, sand and sea for green rolling fields, sheep and cows, I was apprehensive to say the least. Choosing to live deep in the English countryside I began to wonder if I would be lonely. I had my writing, of course, with all my lovely characters, and now, no neighbours to interrupt my day. Life couldn’t be better, Could it?

After a few months, I began to miss the knock at the door and the “haven’t you finished yet, the sun has gone down over the yardarm”  My nearest watering hole was two miles away. I needed compensation.

Then I noticed that, every day, one particular black and white heifer would come to the fence bordering my garden and just stand staring in my kitchen…

I now take great pleasure in introducing you to my new muse, Montgo.