MARY WESLEY

Writing Part of the Scenery has been a very different experience. I have been reminded of people and events, real and imaginary which have been part of my life. This book is a celebration of the land which means so much to me.

We all lie to each other, present some sort of front.

Women's courage is rather different from men's. The fact that women have to bring up children and look after husbands makes them braver at facing long-term issues, such as illness. Men are more immediately courageous. Lots of people are brave in battle.

Of course risk-taking does not always pay off, but it's a lot of fun!

People try much less hard to make a marriage work than they used to fifty years ago. Divorce is easier.

A lot of people stop short. They don't actually die but they say, 'Right I'm old, and I'm going to retire,' and then they dwindle into nothing. They go off to Florida and become jolly boring.

They may turn out to be a great disappointment, or perhaps they may be full of enchanting surprises.

Looking back, I understand that I was teaching myself to write.

I remember the evacuee children from towns and cities throwing stones at the farm animals. When we explained that if you did that you wouldn't have any milk, meat or eggs, they soon learned to respect the animals.

Each marriage has to be judged separately, and we never know what's going on in another person's marriage.

I never really know the title of a book until it's finished.

Rebecca is an example of how not to manage men. The rules of the game never change, it requires subtlety.

Unimaginative people are spared quite a lot. They're often much happier, because they don't go through all the variety of conceptions of the person they love.

Imagination which comes into play in falling in love is different from any other. Certainly in my case, and I've fallen in love all my life, one imagines the person to be as you want them to be. They frequently turn out to be someone different, for better or worse.

That image of the countryside being a threatening place still exists. People continue to resist the challenge of learning about aspects of life they don't understand.

I always read that men don't like intelligent girls, but I've always found the reverse.

I don't write for any particular kind of person.

I found out only recently that we were making an index of enemy code signs.

I have a garden, and I'm passionately interested in young people.

I have deliberately left Sylvester and Julia's appearances to the reader's imagination.

It seemed sensible to move to a market town where I could walk everywhere.

Twenty years ago, I was living in a lovely cottage on the edge of Dartmoor but I couldn't afford to run a car.

I was sent to a finishing school, which didn't last long when mother found out how badly chaperoned we were. Then I 'came out' before going to a domestic science school.

It was pretty awful for us children because we never really knew the local children. Mother was keen for us to learn languages, so our travels took us to France and Italy, as well as the West Country.

My father was a soldier and my mother was a great mover. She once counted up how many places she had lived in during the first 25 years of her marriage and it came to 20.