Deborah Lawrenson

“No cars were permitted on the island and most people who passed were on bicycles: dented, clicking, cumbersome machines of uncertain vi...

  Welcome to Porquerolles! The pink oleander blossoms tangle with palm fronds on the dockside. It's hot - very hot. And it's cr...

  Here it is, the ferry to Porquerolles island. Forgive me if I'm hopelessly enamoured of the South of France, but isn't this q...

A glimpse of the magically lovely island of Porquerolles, off the South of France, setting for the first section of The Sea Garden - ther...

  A grand shuttered house caught my imagination in the town of Bourges. Set behind wrought-iron gates and a small courtyard on a mediev...

  "The sea nibbled at bone-white sand. She stood alone, lost in thought, where shallow ripples nudged shells into lace patterns acro...

  It was just a coincidence, as tickets are booked many months in advance, but I celebrated publication day with an evening at Glyndebo...