My second novel centres on a religious cult living on some remote moorland, cut off from the outside world.
To help me create a more compelling sense of atmosphere, I recently took a research trip to Dartmoor and spent a few days tramping over the moors myself. I used to camp on Dartmoor as a child – I was hardier back then – but I hadn’t been back there for a few years.
It’s the most incredible place – bleak and beautiful. Over just three days, I experienced all weathers – rain, wind, sun, hail, thunder and lightening, and snow. The moors can change their mood in an instant, and woe betide anyone who gets lost in the mist. But my main conclusion is that it’s always bloody cold.