Author: Mai Griffin

I was famous once…

I was famous once…

Yes – I was on Wikipedia. I was surprised and obviously pleased when the article appeared there. Several years later it was removed and, although disappointed, I gave it no further thought …just one of those things! My daughter, however, sought to find out why and eventually had an answer. A Wikipedia user (whose judgement was obviously respected) had pointed out that the artist and the writer were probably two… Read More

Holme and Alcock

Holme and Alcock

Everyone seems to be researching their family tree, these days – I started one myself forty years ago. It grew quickly, and it became more interesting when the names and places reminded me of the stories I’d heard from my maternal grandparents about their early lives. My Granddad’s Holme family were farmers somewhere near St Helens and many of the tales he told were of herding horses through the local… Read More

Restless Echoes

Restless Echoes

After my first four books in the series “Deadly Shades” were re-issued under new titles, I confess that having my title usurped by such a book as ’50’ was traumatic. I loved my characters and enjoyed their adventures, but my perfect title had been despoiled – as was some of my enthusiasm to write the fifth and final book of the series. Renaming the series, however, was cathartic and now… Read More

Hospital Adventures

Hospital Adventures

A visit to the Health Centre in Jàvea to have blood tested (for which I had to be there at 8:15 am) was a bad enough start to the day but my daughter assured me that, once over, we could have a leisurely drive to the hospital for my hip x-ray. We could stop somewhere and enjoy coffee with a view… The staff and other patients in the Salud were… Read More

Flighty Duck

Flighty Duck

It wasn’t how I’d planned to spend my weekend – but, on the other hand, my weekends never needed much planning in 1951. The young man I intended to marry was serving in Malaya (jungle warfare, strategically called The Emergency to safeguard the Planters’ insurance), so I spent time writing letters to him or watching TV for news of the Far East! Had I still been at Art School, in… Read More

Sitting

Sitting

Children are a joy to portray in oil on canvas… please note that I didn’t say “to paint”, as someone would be bound to interrupt with whoops of derisive laughter! Not all the little people who have sat for me have done so willingly; anxious parents’ warning about sitting still and being quiet for the three hour session, never help! A two-year-old who sat on his mother’s lap was no problem. She kept… Read More

Time Out

Time Out

On what started off as a fairly normal day, there is nothing like being pushed unceremoniously into an ambulance and spending twenty-six hours in an Emergency ward attached to an incredible number of needles, wires, drips and a blood-pressure machine, to make one appreciate being back at work! Work, for me, is sitting at the computer doing anything other than writing my own stuff. My greatest pleasures are writing books and painting… Read More

Highlights

Highlights

After hearing so much about the congestion at the Channel Tunnel and Ferries, we were expecting difficulties in getting to England but, in the event, our crossing was one of the best ever. We went from Dunkirk and everything was so well organised that it felt like part of the holiday. Fearing that it might be crowded we had booked seats and they turned out to be loungers with footstools,… Read More