Lois

I am a writer living in the west of England; I have written fourrteen novels, my latest being 'Winterdyke' This is the latest of the seven Radwinter genealogical mysteries series, all available on Amazon - the eighth in the series due to appear in early summer. I have written seven other novels, a guide to writing, three stories for reluctant readers and two anthologies with other writers. All are available as eBooks and paperbacks. I hope my blog will engage you with my other interests, music, family history travel, and food... Most of all I hope you engage with my writing and my thoughts on the process... at least, on my process!! You can also find me on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram

The great debate

When I was teaching as part of the English syllabus, students had to debate and discuss.  I tried to choose topics which they would find interesting and engaging and have some opinion on. I tried all the usual topics, capital punishment, abortion, student grants, religion… I tried local issues, what should happen to the Tropicana, should Weston have a skate-park, should they build the Severn barrage… I tried […]

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This time tomorrow…

My children are getting ready to go off to university, my son for his second year at Salford University, my daughter for her first year in… Ulster! We’ll be flying with her across the Irish Sea to Belfast tomorrow, then staying for a few days at our beloved Portballintrae before she starts at the Coleraine […]

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My friend Andrew Simpson is in a film!

I posted recently about my friend Andrew’s exhibition; he wrote the text and his associate Peter Topping painted the pictures for an on-street display about the small Manchester town of Chorlton-cum-Hardy. http://loiselden.com/2012/09/06/presenting-the-history-of-one-small-town/ The company of McCarthey and Stone are developing a site in Chorlton and instead of having boring, tatty hoardings round the building site, they have erected smart green boards for […]

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Granny Anne

I remember Granny Anne from when I was little. She was very little herself by the time I knew her, bent over, and shuffling along the corridor all smiley to open the door for us of her tiny little house. Her husband Tom was an engine driver and he continued to wear his uniform bowler hat, even when the new modern […]

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