Now, I hadn't written the book with that in mind, it just happened along the way. It was one of those lovely, serendipitous things that happen when your characters are beginning to reveal themselves to you. Maybe because I hankered after a hero who'd sweep me away on a champagne picnic in the country and save me from slaving over a hot manuscript. But as soon as I wrote it I knew it was just right.
I was searching for something the other day when I found some photos I'd taken a couple of years ago at the Leura Village Festival. We hadn't even realised it was on and just stumbled across the event, which included some 1920s dancing and a display of vintage cars. I can't help but wonder if some of these may have been at the back of my mind as I wrote my book. Certainly I could imagine a sunny day in the country side enjoying a picnic with this one. I loved the way they even had the picnic gear ready.
And how about these to make you smile? So much more interesting than the bonnets of modern cars.
I don't know who this is but he reminds me of Flash Gordon.
Or this one, a little worn but still fun.