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Funny Village Names in the Cotswolds

You don’t have to go very far in Britain to find funny village names, nor on my own patch in the Cotswolds. One reason is that many names have evolved from ancient forms of English and other languages. Over time, they take on new meanings that bear no relation to their original designation.

For example, whereas Upper Slaughter and Lower Slaughter sound like villages you might encounter in a Hammer Horror film, they’re idyllic beauty spots, whose name derives from the Old English word “slohtre”, which means “wet land”. That meaning makes much more sense, given that they are set on the River Eye, and include a ford.

photo of ford and cottages at Upper Slaughter - a classic funny village name in the Cotswolds
Upper Slaughter – with not a drop of blood in sight (Photo attribution: Bs0u10e01, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons)

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My Close Encounter with a Crossbow at Monmouth Medieval Festival

When I enjoyed a day out at the Monmouth Medieval Festival a few weeks ago, I was surprised to come across the murder weapon used in my new cosy mystery novel, Death at the Village Garden Party: a crossbow.  (Pictured with my husband, above.)

Fortunately, in this case, the crossbow was not in the hands not of a killer, but of a very pleasant fellow sharing his expert knowledge of medieval weaponry.

stall with medieval weapons and shields
More medieval weaponry, with the crossbow in pride of place between the two shields

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In Praise of the Parcel Box – Featured in My New Book

Hurrah for the parcel box – a humble everyday item that plays a crucial part in my latest novel, Death at the Village Garden Party.

My husband, who is a very good handyman, built a wooden parcel box for our Cotswold cottage during lockdown, so that we could receive deliveries while social distancing.

parcel box exterior
The parcel box my husband made during Covid

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The Day I Was Followed by Pinkerton

If you’re an avid reader of detective fiction, you may already be familiar with the famous Pinkerton’s detective agency, founded in the USA in the nineteenth century by Scottish immigrant Allan Pinkerton. What started as a one-man operation eventually grew into the largest private detective and law enforcement agency in the world. To my amazement, it lives on as a subsidiary of Sweden’s Securitas group – who knew?!

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The End of An Era in My Writing Life

For over sixteen years, I’ve been writing a monthly column for two local community magazines, the Tetbury Advertiser and the Hawkesbury Parish News. Around the middle of each month, I’d down tools to dash off 500 words for each paper – a different article for each of them – to meet their deadlines. I’ve loved every minute of it – even when it meant burning the midnight oil to fit it into my busy schedule. But the time has come to step down to allow more time for other projects.

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