'The past is never dead...'
How the Book Came About
Way back in April 2010 my good friend Jason took me for a walk in the woods at
Curbridge in Hampshire, a village which sits almost at the top of the River Hamble.
Apart from the fact it was bluebell time, there was something else he wanted to show
me; and that was the faerie tree.
A faerie tree springs from the ancient practice of decorating trees with ribbons and
other gifts. There is one of stark, mystical beauty near the stone circle at Avebury and
the custom is still quite popular in rural Ireland. But in 2010 I had never seen one
before and it blew me away; a tall, slender oak with its trunk and lower branches
covered with ribbons, necklaces, small toys and even an old cuckoo clock. There was even a letterbox for the faeries where children left them notes – and the faeries replied.
As I’ve said before, I need at least two ideas to collide before they become a viable story in my head. For a while I’d been juggling the with the thought of what it would be like to bump into a tramp in the street and realise that they were someone you’d once loved. I had first considered it one cold morning when watching homeless men gather at The Buttercross in Winchester, so that is where Robin and Izzie’s story starts.
Still there wasn’t enough mystery, enough suspense. But as I started to write, as I slipped into my characters’ worlds, I knew. They remembered their brief affair back in 1986 completely differently – but how could that be the case? It took me a good while and a great deal of research to dig out a possible answer… but even then… was it the faeries all along?
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