I had the added benefit of two extra sets of eyes and ears who were able to funnel any juicy titbits my way when I was too busy jotting things down or distracted by something else happening in the other direction. There’s nothing quite like wandering around a sports domain in the rain, surrounded by locals in their terrain-appropriate gumboots, the scents of freshly cut grass, deep fried hotdogs and sugary sweet churros wafting by as your ears are sporadically assaulted by bursts of the bagpipes.Īrmed with my phone’s notes app, I soaked up all the things I just could not make up while sitting at the comfort and isolation of my desk. But considering how many notes I made, I know I’ll be making some big changes during the edits of my book. We had a quick bakery stop for pastries and takeaway coffees then headed out of town.īy this point, I had already written the first draft of the scenes featuring my own sculpture competition in my fictional Milverton Square. On the advertised Saturday morning earlier this month, I joined my friends Rachel and Jill for a day out at the Kimbolton Sculpture Festival in Manawatū, New Zealand. So when I heard there was an upcoming sculpture competition in a small rural community not too far away, I knew I had to go. My next murder mystery, Poison at Penshaw Hall, features a sculpture competition.
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