Bio_DiGreenIt could be fun to invent my own character… to take on some whacky personality but most authors live quite normal lives. I grew up between the sea and mountains on the southernmost tip of Africa, the youngest in a family of three girls. My mother seemed very glamorous and my father was my mapmaker, helping me plot unfamiliar territory and the texture of new experiences.

My most vivid memories are of sailing through the countryside in our cavernous 1937 Airflow De Soto, the front windscreen down, hot air blowing in… our destination the Victoria Falls and nights out in the African bush.  I’m a bit of an archaeologist… in places like the Okavango Swamps, China, Egypt, Korea, Russia, travelling across Siberia by train, in Senegal, Tunisia or Vietnam, I’m forever snapping images, drawing maps, sketching, collecting scraps of paper… hoping somewhere to find the thread of a story.

Skipping quickly through the past to the present… I’ve been an art and ceramics teacher and entered a writing competition when I was 10 with a story called Chocolate… not quite as successful as the book and film of the same name… but I was hooked!

I live in central London with my husband, and with two sons and my grandchildren nearby. I love the city with its layers of history, the constant change and the turmoil of so many foreign people, and the amazing spaces of the museums, particularly the V&A, where you can lose yourself for hours on end. Yet every now and again I need to turn back to Africa and connect with the wide open spaces and silence of the bush.