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Friday, April 25, 2014

Anzac Day 2014: Remembering Lemnos

Anzac Day 2014 and a particularly personal one for me as I have just returned from a visit (a pilgrimage) to the Gallipoli Peninsula and the Island of Lemnos (or Limnos). As you read this I will have joined the crowds at the Australian War Memorial ... far from the beaches and cliffs of Gallipoli.

The reason for the trip primarily came from an idea of my husband’s to follow in the footsteps of his grandfather, E.A. Bottrill (EAB) who served with the 22nd Battalion AIF. EAB was among the second contingent of Australian troops at Gallipoli. EAB’s story is not mine to tell but in the quest to walk in his shadow, DB expressed a wish to visit not only Gallipoli but the small Greek island of Lemnos, which played a crucial role in the Gallipoli campaign, and so off we went.

Why Lemnos?

Lemnos itself lacks the glamour and romance of the southern islands such as Santorini and Crete (and I think I can confidently attest to possibly being the only tourists on Lemnos in late March). It lies in the far north of the Aegean Sea and it is in its geography that you can see its importance, not just in 1915 but in ancient times.  Historically it boasts some of the oldest ruins of a “city” ever found - Poliochni - with close ties to Troy. Guarding the entrance to the Dardanelles,  it lies just sixty miles off the Gallipoli peninsula and Moudros harbour is a large, deep, natural harbour, well concealed from a casual passing ship. It played a small, but crucial role in the Gallipoli campaign of 1915.

(Ironically even before DB mentioned a desire to go to Lemnos, I had been researching its role from the perspective of the nurses who served in the Australian hospitals stationed on Lemnos between August 1915 and January 1916.)

The first soldiers landed at the beaches of the Gallipoli peninsula on April 25th 1915. In February of that year, the Greek Government had offered the island of Lemnos, with its deep water harbour, as a base for the naval attack on the Dardanelles (which failed). It was decided to use Lemnos as the staging point for the land attack on the Gallipoli campaign. The geography of Lemnos does not lend itself to large scale habitation, however temporary. It is a dry, rocky and hilly island with a chronic shortage of water but by 21 April, thousands of allied troops were gathered on the island itself or in boats in the massive harbour of Moudros.

Nurses arrival on Lemnos
Originally it was planned to use Lemnos for the lightly wounded troops but early casualties quickly overwhelmed the facilities and it soon became apparent that there was a need for a closer medical facilities. In August 1915 the first Australian nurses (led by the redoubtable Matron Grace Willson) arrived on Lemnos to set up the Field hospital. They found the conditions dire. Wounded men lay on the open ground and lacking any supplies, the nurses had to tear up their own clothes for bandages.

Two areas were set aside for the wounded. The main Australian encampment comprising No. 3 General Hospital and No.2 Stationary Hospital (along with a British and Canadian Hospital) were sited on a promontory known as Turk’s Head (Moudros West). A second encampment was based around the little town of Moudros.

By mid October 4000 cases had passed through No.3 GH: 30% Australian troops, 13% NZ and 57% British and Indian troops. In the two months to October 57,000 sick and 37,000 wounded men were evacuated from Gallipoli. The hospital accommodation was increased to 9000 beds, accommodated in tents. Ships, known as the “black” ships, transported the casualties on to Egypt, Malta and England. In total from August until October 100,000 sick and wounded men left Moudros.
No. 3 General Hospital on Turks Head

The conditions the nurses worked under were atrocious. There was a chronic water shortage, making the washing of soiled linen almost impossible. This in turn led to illness caused by the insanitary conditions. The flies were atrocious and the rations sparse. Once winter came the conditions became even worse, the dust turned to clay so thick the women had to wear army boots. They lived in bell tents that provided inadequate protection against the cold winter wind.

In December 1915, the allies withdrew from Gallipoli. Having survived his Gallipoli experience unscathed, EAB spent several weeks recuperating on Lemnos before being shipped back to Egypt for exercises in the Sinai desert before being sent to the Western Front. The nurses left Lemnos in January 1916 aboard the Oxfordshire, profoundly grateful for comfortable beds, fine china, table linen and decent food. However as one wrote “… we can’t have worse times than we had for the first two months on Lemnos. Still I never regret going there…”*

Today on Lemnos there is nothing to see of the encampments. The only indication of the island’s involvment in the Gallipoli campaign are the two beautifully tended war cemeteries…one at East Moudros and one at Portianos. There you can see the beautifully tended graves not only of those soldiers, Australian, Canadian, New Zealand and Indian but also Egyptian workers. Turk’s Head remains a wild bluff inhabited only by curious sheep.

Site of the Military hospitals on Lemnos 2014
With the centenary of Gallipoli in 2015, the Lemnos Gallipoli Commemorative Committee has been established and you can read about its activities and the history of Lemnos’ contribution to the Gallipoli campaign on its website. Click HERE or visit them on FACEBOOK. They are raising money to build a proper memorial to the work of the nurses on Lemnos.

Pontias Military Cemetery 2014
*For more information on the World War I nurses, I refer you to THE OTHER ANZACS by Peter Rees. 

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Taking Tea with... Regan Walker (and Giveaway)

I have been looking forward to welcoming Regan Walker to my tea table.   We are “sisters in law”, by which I mean we are both lawyers (or in my case, a former or  “recovering” lawyer).

And I am delighted to be here, Alison! I love your blog.

Before we proceed, Regan has offered a GIVEAWAY to a lucky commenter so read through to the end for details...

Regan, in lieu of tea, I should pour us both a good red wine (a favourite tipple of my legal friends), but if you prefer tea, George has a wide range available. Just name your preference…

I love all the British drinks: gin & tonic, red wine and most especially, port. (I think of port as an English drink though I know it comes from Portugal.) So, I’ll be having whatever you’re having. Oh, yes, I do love tea, too. Green tea with jasmine is my favourite morning drink.
(AS: It's never too early for a Gin and tonic... my absolutely favourite tipple. I have a bottle of Tanqueray's No. 10 here which is particularly pleasant! George...slice the lemon!)
I have traveled to Australia several times and have friends there (Australians, not Americans) and love the country and the spirit of its people. I find the history of Australia fascinating, too, and have enjoyed many romances set there. In fact, the stories I have loved that are set in Australia are on my Exotic Locales list   (AS:  We need to write more... our history is short but there is plenty of scope there!)

Before we start on the writer Regan, I would like to know a bit more about the lawyer Regan. Are you still in practice or like me, heaving a sigh of relief at having left the demands of clients and regulators behind?

I haven’t actively practiced for the last year. Instead, I’ve been taking a long needed break and focusing on my writing. Can’t say as I miss it though I did love solving problems for my clients.

What was your most interesting/challenging role as a lawyer?

Saving clients millions of dollars and winning the hard case. (Remember in America it is possible to be both a solicitor and a barrister and I was both.) And the most rewarding was seeing their dreams come to fruition.
(AS:  Here in Australia I practised as a solicitor - although we have the right of appearance in court, it was not one I exercised if I could help it. On the few occasions I had to appear before a court - mostly courts martial in the military, I felt physically ill... I just don't have that ability to think on my feet!)

I am often asked why I don’t write “legal” stories. I have my answer (Firstly it would be too boring and secondly the temptation to write people I know into the books would be irresistible and possibly actionable!), but what is your response to that question?

I don’t watch legal shows on TV (well, except for Garrow’s Law-- I make an exception for 18th century England) --nor would I be likely to write a legal story, though I might feature an aspect of law or a trial in a novel. I find much of it procedural and boring, as you do, and then there is the fact I lived that for decades. Now I’m doing the fun stuff! (AS: Absolutely!!!)

What period of history is your passion and who or what inspired you?

Well, now that depends on the country. For Scotland and Ireland, it would be anything prior to the 19th century; for England it would be the time just after William I conquered England and then the Regency and Victorian eras; and for France, it would be their tumultuous times. In America, it would be the Revolutionary War and last half of the 19th century primarily as we expanded West in a new way. Other countries interest me not so much, at least as a writer. And for those that do, it really comes down to historical periods when the events that were occurring interest me.

You have just released the third book in the “Agents of the Crown” series, WIND RAVEN – a trilogy of ‘suspense’ stories set in the Regency.  What is the premise behind the series that makes it a series? Are there continuing characters/ plot arcs linking the stories?

The Agents of the Crown trilogy is based on the premise that government leaders sometimes employ what I would call “special agents” who are not technically part of the government, nor technically spies, to gain information. These are merely trusted men acquainted with the Crown who are sent on private “errands.” Having served at high levels of government, and done some reading, I know such people liked this have existed throughout history. The Prince Regent no doubt had such “friends,” though we may never hear of them.

Thus far, all my novels and stories are Regencies and, though each can be read as “stand alones,” they are connected. You can see that from the list on my website (“The Order of Things”). They often have overlapping characters. For example, the hero and heroine in my first novel, Racing With The Wind, appear in Against the Wind, in my novella, The Twelfth Night Wager and in my short story The Holly & The Thistle.

Will WIND RAVEN be the last in this series and if so, what is next for Regan Walker?

Ah, no. There will be a prequel coming in 2015. It’s the story of the parents of the heroes of books 2 and 3, Captain Simon Powell, the young English privateer they called “the Golden Eagle,” and Claire Donet, the wild daughter of the French pirate, Jean Donet. It will be set in late 18th century France, England and aboard Simon’s ship the Fairwinds. It’s a tale of adventure, passion and love, for Simon knows if he is to have Claire’s love, he must find a way To Tame the Wind. And, dare I say it, there is a niggling of a story for the pirate son of a French comte, Jean Donet, rumbling around in my brain, so there could be a sequel to the prequel. (Are you still with me?)

Right now, I’m finishing my William the Conqueror medieval, The Red Wolf’s Prize, set in England in 1068. I know, I know. It’s a bit of a detour for me, but I like challenges and going back to the 11th century has certainly been a challenge. It will be out this year and I’m very excited about it as it will be my first self-published novel (all my Regencies are under contract). It will have a “Cast of Characters” and a map included!

Ordered by the Prince Regent into the Caribbean, English sea captain and former privateer Jean Nicholas Powell has no time for women onboard the Wind Raven, especially not Tara McConnell. The impudent American forced herself aboard, and so she’ll get more than she bargained for: Instead of a direct sail to Baltimore, she’ll join their quest to investigate a rampaging pirate, the infamous Roberto Cofresi.

But the hoyden thinks she can crew with his men, and though he bans her from the rigging, Nick is captivated watching her lithe, luscious movements on deck. Facing high seas, storms, cutthroats and the endless unknown, he must protect his ship, his passenger, his crew. But on this voyage, with this woman, there is a greater danger: to his heart.

You can buy WIND RAVEN on Amazon (including Amazon Aus), Barnes and Noble, Smashwords and where all good ebooks are sold.

And about Regan...

As a child Regan Walker loved to write stories, particularly about adventure-loving girls, but by the time she got to college more serious pursuits took priority. One of her professors encouraged her to pursue the profession of law, which she did. Years of serving clients in private practice and several stints in high levels of government gave her a love of international travel and a feel for the demands of the “Crown” on its subjects. Hence her romance novels often involve a demanding Prince Regent who thinks of his subjects as his private talent pool.
Regan lives in San Diego with her golden retriever, Link, whom she says inspires her every day to relax and smell the roses.
Connect with Regan: 
Regan’s Romance Reviews blog:
Twitter: @RegansReview (

Regan is offering an ecopy of the the first in the trilogy, Racing With the Wind or the second, Against the Wind, the winner’s choice. (Must be able to gift it via Amazon or she can send them Mobi for Kindle if it can't be gifted from Amazon’s UK site)

Regan's books all have a common theme of seafaring and pirates... What is it that appeals to you about a seafaring, pirate romance?

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Fulfilling a lifetime's dream...

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” – St. Augustine

As I was born in colonial East Africa of peripatetic parents, I am afraid travel is in the blood so if you think I have been missing in action for the last few weeks, you will be right. I have been travelling again. My friends now roll their eyes and ask "And where is it this time?" 

The Parthenon
This time it was Greece and Turkey. Primarily the trip was a 'pilgrimage" for both of us.... for my husband, it was to walk in the footsteps of his grandfather and the experience of Gallipoli (more about that next week) and for me it was to visit places I had dreamed of for 40 years.

It's no secret that the little girl in me really wanted to be an archaeologist. Digging up ruins in the Middle East or Europe was all I wanted to do. My father, ever a pragmatist, suggested I study law as "something to fall back on". He was probably right... I have yet to meet a fully  "employed" archaeologist.

The wall of Priam's Troy
As it turned out archaeology as a subject of study did not exist in Australia in the late 1970s (only if you were interested in ancient Australian archaeology which I wasn't) so I had to resort to the second best thing, a study of ancient civilizations. My history Major is in Ancient and Roman History and my Minor is in Classical Studies... and I write books set in the seventeenth century. (In fairness I started out in first year with sixteenth and seventeenth century history but it was so incredibly dry that I gave it away in favour of the classics!). The law degree had to be finished but I had the entry forms for the London School of Archaeology in my hot hand... but then I met a man... and I became a lawyer... and the dream faded. (My father probably heaved a huge sigh of relief!) 

But I have never lost that lust for ruins and finally after nearly 40 years I made it to the sites I had so assiduously studied in my youth. This was real "bucket list" stuff.  As the airport bus wound its way down into central Athens I got my first sight of the Acropolis between the buildings and, dear reader, tears came to my eyes. 

The Lion Gate at Mycenae
I was blown away by my emotional response not only to the Acropolis, but to Mycenae, Epidaurus, Olympia, Delphi, Troy and Ephesus... and all the other sites in between.  I have read and studied Homer's Illiad and Oddyssey and Virgil's Aeneid and there I was standing at the gates of Agamemnon's city or the walls of Priam's Troy.  It was not just the physical sites, the statuary, the vases and the people came to life for me. The Parthenon statues (those NOT in the British Museum!), the Delphic Charioteer, the statue of Zeus... I could go on but I won't. I think the pictures tell it all! Like lines between dots, each step on the journey intersected with another place and time and even my husband who had no background to ancient Greek history, picked up the threads (excellent guides helped of course!)

The Charioteer of Delphis
So many different senses to dwell over... the call of the Muezzin clashing with the bells of churches, the scent of wild chamomile crushed under foot, the taste of a rough wine drunk with a spinach and fetta pastry on a warm day looking out over Athens from a seat on the ancient wall of the city and the nodding scarlet heads of poppies among the worn and weathered stones.

And I got to play the archaeologist... at a crusader castle on the island of Lemnos where bits of broken roof tile, pottery and other "finds" litter the ground. In a country with so many ancient monuments to study and protect, a crusader castle is just a nuisance... In true time team fashion I gathered up the bits and pieces and drew my conclusions - a bit of 14th century pot, a cooking pot with its blackened exterior, roof tile... It was fun to muse and then return my "finds" to the earth.

As my grandmother used to say. "Good memories are like nuts for the winter... to be taken out and treasured in our darker moments."

We all have dreams that may be unfulfilled or places of the heart we must visit. I would love to hear of your experiences or wishes...
Wildflowers among the fallen stones of the ancient city of Athens

 PS And on my travels I met a man who was living my dream. After a lifetime in accountancy, in his retirement he has returned to study archaeology and is going off to dig on Hadrian's Wall over summer. Perhaps... one day...?