Through my car window I could see that memorial as I listened. The radio programme was about the animals who’d given their lives during the Great War and was broadcast around the time that the memorial to them was erected on Park Lane. I was sitting in blistering heat, heavily pregnant in a traffic jam on Park Lane in London, but the story that I heard sent a shiver down my spine. That story has completely changed the direction of my life. At a moment when I wasn’t either planning on writing a book or changing career, I heard a story on the radio. I don’t consider myself a historian, I feel as though I was drawn into history and into writing rather accidentally.
My second novel, A Horse Called Hero, set in World War II, is published this week but it’s my first novel, Soldier Dog,* about the Dog Messenger Service in World War 1 that I want to write about today. As I write this post for the History Girls, I am taking a break from my research into an arcane area of World War II for my third historical adventure novel to be published next year.
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