My first crime novella, A Bishop’s Fancy, is totally a work of fiction. It will provide you with, hopefully, a couple of hours entertainment. However, as with all my work, I enjoyed the historical research required to establish that the background was accurate. I was astonished to discover that, by the most bizarre set of coincidences, I might have discovered the real, Jack the Ripper. I can promise you that he is definitely not one of the usual candidates.
I have changed the name of my fictional bishop and where he was located, because the man in question might have living descendants.
The collection of stories, which I have called, ‘All Clear,’ is a very inadequate way of registering my tribute to what my parent’s generation endured during the Second World War.
I wonder if any of us can really put ourselves in the position of wondering whether today would be the day when the Nazis would invade this country? Or imagine a wife saying goodbye to her husband as he went off to fight, knowing full well that she might never see him again? Or the mother, waving her children off to school, wondering if a random bomb would deprive her of them forever?
Think of the price they paid for our freedom and count your blessings – I know I do.