When I write set in modern day Britain, I’m careful about the settings.
The Red Lion is a real pub, with a real well inside it, and (according to my researcher) good food and great beer (Avebury Well Water was an awesome bitter by his report).
Avebury itself is full of tourists this time of year (the Equinox well past). Tourists, sheep, and stones.
There wasn’t a guided tour at the long barrow – the kind of thing Roland did for fun and spare cash – though my researcher passed one on the way back to the car.
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Author: Amelia
A mild-mannered professor of computer science in real-life, I remove my glasses in the evening to become, well, a mild-mannered author in my alternate reality.
I mostly write sweet romantic fiction, although with an occasional science-fiction or paranormal angle thrown in. I have interests in history, mathematics (D'oh), and cryptography. I'm also something of an Anglophile, and know that country pretty well.
In addition to writing, research, and more writing, I volunteer with the scouts. I'm something of a nature-nut, enjoying long walks in the country with almost ultra-light gear, boating, and identifying wildlife.
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