Years ago I sat on a bus in front of two women who were discussing the colour of the mother-of-the-bride outfit one of them had bought the week before. ‘What colour is it?’ ‘Hard to say. Orangey.’ ‘Like a tangerine?’ ‘Oh no! Not so vivid. When I say orangey, really it’s more orangey-pink.’ ‘Orange blossom, then? That’ll be nice for a spring wedding.’ ‘N ... no, not really. That’s really pale, isn’t it?’ ‘More of an apricot?’ ‘Mmm. But pinker.’ ‘Shrimp?’ ‘No! Not as pink as that.’ ‘Coral?’...

Today I am delighted to welcome my friend Sara Sartagne to my blog. Sara is the author of several novels which cross genres such as...

In recent times I have been challenged to ensure that my historical novels accurately represent the diversity that would have existed in...