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The return of Abby Finch, in the vineyard, with a murder…

Maybridge Murder Mystery #4

Cover of Murder in the Vineyard by Liz Fielding, A country house against a setting sun sky.It’s a golden summer’s day in the Cotswolds. And garden designer Abby Finch is about to uncork the perfect murder! 

I am absolutely thrilled to introduce my latest Maybridge Murder Mystery, Murder in the Vineyard, which is available for pre-order now and will be published on 8 September.

This is the fourth outing of garden designer, Abby Finch, who has the unfortunate habit of stumbling over dead bodies and, on a couple of occasions, falling under suspicion as the perpetrator.

It’s a strong motive for doing her best to uncover the truth with the help of her friends, estate agent Megan West and police officer Dee Newcombe.

One of the main differences between writing romance, which I did for thirty years, and crime, is the amount of research involved. If anyone in my own circle died in suspicious circumstances, my search history would certainly raise eyebrows.

Research

Cover of the book POISON, with poisonous plants against a black background.My search for poisons – especially the less detectable ones – has been extensive! As is my library…

But before I get to the murder method, I need a victim and a location. In some instances, the one leads to the other.

In the case of Murder in the Vineyard, it was the location that came first.

The Liberta Hive, plus a couple of other author friends and their partners, were on a writing retreat in Dorset which, happily, was located next to the Bride Valley Vineyard.

The Vineyard

A vineyard tour and tasting was booked. Well, it would have been rude not to. And here we are sitting under an awning, with the vineyard in the background and a lot of glasses on the table. The wine was wonderful. Quite a lot of it went home with us.

Group of authors sitting beneath a canopy enjoying a research trip to a vineyard which is in the background.

From l to r – Janet Gover with her husband, Louise Allen with her husband, Joanna Maitland, Liz Fielding and Sarah Mallory with her husband.

So, having my location – and a title – my victim wasn’t hard to find. After that, it’s all about finding who might have wanted them dead. Oh, and what to do about the dog? Did I mention that there’s a dog? There’s a picture of her lower down.

For those of you who have read the previous books, June and Beattie have a bigger role in this story. I love them, but I put them both through the wringer this time.

Lovely Jake is there of course, urging caution, worrying about Abby getting herself into danger but well aware that once she’s got her teeth into a problem, she won’t let go.

And it isn’t only a suspected murder that has Abby worried. She has other responsibilities that are causing her concern. She has a lot on her mind. And then she encounters a dog.

The dog

Scout. Scruffy grey mongrel dog lying in a garden..

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The dog came out of nowhere and Abby Finch, with no time to brake, instinctively swerved.

Her tyres squealed in protest and the hedge rattled against the colourful paintwork of her van before it jerked to a halt and stalled. It wouldn’t have won any prizes as an emergency stop but both she and the dog were in one piece.

But that, of course, is not the end of the problem. Abby can’t leave the dog running loose on a busy road. She’s wearing the collar of an animal rescue centre, close by on land owned by the May Valley Vineyard, and that’s where she takes it.

What happens next?

VineyardSearching for the current carer of the dog, Abby and the woman who runs the rescue centre, find Clementine Courtenay.

The elegant, stately lady, a doyenne of the county set and a total legend as a vigneron, is lying beside a stream in the vineyard she had planted fifty years earlier. And it’s clear that she’s celebrated her last prize winning vintage.

The police assume that she must have slipped and drowned. But June, Abby’s neighbour and Clemmie’s close friend, is adamant that something is wrong. Before she knows it, Abby is up to the handle of her border fork in a murder investigation.

Between jilted lovers, greedy offspring and bitter rivals, Clementine kept her friends close and her enemies closer still. What secrets will Abby find fermenting in the darkest corners of the Courtenay family cellar?

And how will Abby handle an affair that comes uncomfortably close to home?

The early reviews from Netgalley are coming in. Here are a few of the comments.

“Great atmosphere, enjoyable plot, and characters who feel like old friends.”
“…wonderfully reminiscent of a classic Agatha Christie-style mystery…”

“I’m sorry, why isn’t this already being made into a brit box/masterpiece mystery episode?”
“Perfect for anyone who loves quintessentially British cosy mysteries.”
“Cannot wait to see what Abby gets up to next.” 
(I’m busy working on it!)

“And the dog!”  (Her name is Scout.)

 

Murder in the Vineyard is available to pre-order here at a launch price of 99p/99c or, if you’re a reviewer, it’s available on Netgalley, here.

And my publisher, Joffe Books, are celebrating the publication of the new Abby Finch mystery with a fabulous prize for one lucky reader – a £50 Virgin Experience Voucher. Sign up for their newsletter – free books every week – or their FB page to get the latest news.

Liz Fielding

Liz

Historic Houses: Sarah’s Serendipitous Stopover at Ednam House

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Living in the Highlands, I do a lot of travelling, usually breaking the journey with an overnight stop somewhere. The latest trip involved staying overnight in an amazing historic house in the Scottish Borders. A surprisingly wonderful experience for someone who spends a lot of her daydreams in the past.

Charles Edward Stuart Bonnie prince Charlie. Cosmo Alexander, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Charles Edward Stuart. Cosmo Alexander, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

 

We stopped at Ednam house, a beautiful 18th Century house tucked away in the old market town of Kelso. The house is built on the site of Chatto Lodge, Bonnie Prince Charlie’s residence when his army occupied the town in 1745.

The house was built in 1761 for James Dickson, whose portrait hangs over the fireplace in the entrance hall. He commissioned architect James Nisbet to build the house. It was Nisbet’s first major commission, and before that he had worked as a mason on some of Robert Adam’s designs in Scotland. The celebrated artist  Joseph Rose created the elaborate Italian plaster ceilings.

Dickson’s own life was a rags to riches adventure… Continue reading →

Inspiration, from the present and the past

Sarah remembers inspiration

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Commenting on her recent post about good news for romance, Sophie said that in dark times, the smallest patch of sunshine is something to be grateful for.

It reminded me of a little TV gem  I found recently that brought me face to face with something that provided inspiration for one of my books, over twenty years ago!

Every writer needs inspiration

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I find inspiration all over the place. In travel and the landscape, reading real-life stories, and even just from seeing a painting or photograph. Recently I stumbled upon a tv series which I find not only vastly entertaining but also inspiring. In all sorts of ways.

Sometimes one finds a TV series that exceeds all expectations and for me, Saving Country Houses is proving to be just the tonic I need at the moment. Continue reading →

West Country Tour Part 2

Sarah is continuing her trip through the West Country in Autumn

Buckle up, we have a lot of ground to cover.

Leaving Withypool

We could not leave the area without a visit to Tarr Steps, an ancient clapper bridge across the River Barle, and only a few minutes out of our way. This ancient stone bridge has been used by pack horses and travellers for centuries.

Exmoor Tarr Steps, River Barle

Exmoor Tarr Steps, River Barle.

For the word nerds like me…

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According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the word clapper comes from medieval Latin “clapus, or claperius”, which means a pile of stones. This is what appears in most of the information I found in the Exmoor guides.

However, Dartmoor National Park explains that the term originates from the Anglo-Saxon word “cleaca”, which means bridging the stepping stones. I think that describes the bridge far better, what about you?

Back to Tarr Steps

Tarr Steps, River Barle, ExmoorThe River Barle was flowing quite fast, and looking at the uneven stones of the clapper bridge, together with the movement of water, I admitted defeat. I could not be persuaded to walk across! However, my lovely assistant made the journey for me, so you can see how safe it is for those without balance issues.

The ancient bridge is the longest in Britain: 55 metres across and it has 17 spans. It is also Grade I listed and an ancient monument dating back to medieval times. The  fast flowing river carries loose branches and debris down to the bridge and every now and again the resulting flood damage needs to be repaired. Continue reading →

Inspiration and Beach Hut Surprise

Sophie has fond memories of a windy autumn night when four writer friends sat round the table after supper and (as the wine sank lower in the bottle) got a bit silly—and very, very productive. Inspiration? Oh yes…
Cover of Beach Hut Surprise

I can’t count the times someone has said to me, “But how do you find your inspiration?” It’s very rare that I can answer. But Beach Hut Surprise is an exception. It came to life in an evening of pure magic.

flames in a basket in a small domestic fireplace.

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Autumn-going-on-arctic-winter, it was dark by five o’clock. We were looking at the time of year when Anglo Saxon warriors trudged back to the mead hall and feasted behind doors locked against Monsters of the Waste.

My writer friends had come to London for meetings and were going to stay over.

I wasn’t attending (I was almost certain there would be speeches and statistics) but offered sustenance afterwards.

We could all kick off our shoes, hang loose, gossip and and ramble in the sure and certain knowledge that everyone else present was doing the same.

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Forget professional best behaviour. This was basic cuddling down in a human burrow with fellow creatures we liked and trusted.

I’ve done evenings like this loads of times, before and since. Industrial-sized shepherds pie. Choice of wines, in the absence of mead. Cheerful fire. Maybe a scented candle or two.

I always love it. I don’t expect magic though. Continue reading →

Dundee after the dance

Panorama of Dundee City

Dundee (photo Hans Musil)

Following my post about dance in Dundee, I thought I would share more of my impressions of the city. We weren’t there long, but even in a couple of hours I found much to inspire me, from historic ships to hysterics on the high street.

Before my trip in February I had only driven through Dundee once, so knew very little about it. A quick look online will tell you that it is the fourth largest city in Scotland and apparently its sunniest! Not that it was very sunny when we were there, but it was February, after all.

On a writerly note

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Season of mists. And travel. Sarah’s autumn journey

Sarah has been travelling. Again…

Autumn, Keats’s season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, is in full force now. And, so far, I seem to have spent most of it travelling.

2024 was supposed to be a quiet year, but as we progress into autumn, I feel as if I haven’t yet caught up with myself.

But hey – we spend our lives writing about our character’s journey, don’t we?

So what’s the difference? Well, my journey covers actual miles, it’s a mix of business and pleasure, and although it’s inspiring, it is also exhausting.

Come with me

If you haven’t been able to get out and about much recently, buckle up and join me now as I relive my autumn journey. Continue reading →

Writers and their cats…

Liz ponders writers and cats:

“In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.” ~ Terry Pratchett

Cover of Seriously Funny. The Endlessly Quotable Terry PratchettWriting tends to be a solitary business. Many of the authors I know have a dog who will happily sit at their feet while they’re working.

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Egyptian cat goddess that lives on Liz’s desk

Cats, on the other hand, are unfamiliar with the “sit, stay” command. It’s not that they don’t want to be with you. On the contrary. When they aren’t sleeping, they demand your full attention.

American fantasy author, P C Cast, put it perfectly.

“You know how it is with cats: They don’t really have owners, they have staff.”

“Authors like cats because they are such quiet, loveable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.” ~ Robertson Davies

I like that quote for obvious reasons, but how accurate is it? Continue reading →

Culzean Castle : Scotland in the Sunshine. Plus Monster?

Joanna has been travelling…

Culzean Castle in sunshine

Last week, I was in Scotland visiting family. We spent three days visiting old haunts, the first of which was Culzean Castle. And the sun shone, as you can see above. It was glorious. (For those who haven’t been there, Culzean is on the Ayrshire coast, near Maybole, and it’s pronounced Cullane. It has other interesting pronunciation quirks, too, which I’ll come to.)

Those of you who are devotees of Fred Dibnah may have seen his programme about Culzean. He was interested in the exterior stonework and in the masons who are employed there nowadays to ensure that the walls etc stay up. And he was very complimentary about Culzean’s neoclassical architect Robert Adam. Adam didn’t just design buildings, but interiors and furniture as well, as you’ll see from some of the images in this blog.

Culzean castle, oval staircase by Robert AdamThe pride of Adam’s architecture at Culzean is the grand oval staircase. And, yes, that is a portrait of a familiar figure you can see peeping out between the classical columns. For your delectation, here’s a closer shot of that portrait.Culzean Castle, Napoleon portrait

 

 

 

 

Recognise him? Thought you would.

Napoleon gets everywhere, doesn’t he?

Culzean Castle interiors

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The Retreat to Corunna: battles inspire the historical novelist

Sarah researches Corunna:

I first read about the retreat to Corunna in 2009, when I signed up for a battlefield tour. A special bicentennial  event, covering the retreat and the subsequent battle.

As a historical novelist, specifically Georgian and Regency romance, I can’t get away from war. You only have to visit Wikipedia and look at the timeline for the British Army to see the British are fighting someone, somewhere, throughout the whole period.

Battles can  help with backstory

Plenty of action going on for heroes and villains alike. It is, quite literally, character building! In my next book (The Earl’s Marriage Dilemma, to be published in December) the hero and his best friend both fought at the Battle of Waterloo. (Would you like a sneak US cover preview?)

For my current work in progress (in which, incidentally, the best friend is the hero) I needed a convincing back-story for the villain. I found it in the Retreat to Corunna . Continue reading →