Mid silver mist

Alfred, Lord Tennyson knew a decent place to hike when he saw one. It’s a sunny afternoon and I’m walking up the grassy chalk downland named in the Victorian poet’s honour, with the English Channel to

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The opening of my first novel Heatstroke came to me in what Stevie Nicks would call a ‘crystal vision’. I was at work, seized by an impulse, and typed straight into an email what are still – give or t

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With their potent blend of wild looks and mystery, Britain’s ancient sites have an enduring magnetism–and there are far more of them than you might imagine, says Tom Howells