As a writer of history and historical fiction, I delve into a lot of dusty library shelves and obscure corners of the internet. I find things that don't fit the books I'm writing. But they're worth sharing. And this is their place.
When I was a child, my Mum had a big box full cloth leftovers from her sewing projects. It was a textile treasure chest. Velvet triangles, lengths of lace, Liberty prints and chunky tweeds, from the 1940s to the 1970s. They were all tossed in together, and we were allowed to plunder it for our own purposes. Here's my virtual scrapbox, of words and pictures - unassorted snippets of my reading, writing and research.