I was wondering, when standing in a field up to my knees
in mud, in the rain, with a camera, how far other authors go for authenticity. I
enjoy the gritty reaserch of coffee shops and carrot cake – very important to the murder investigation. I have no real reason to do this as my detective eats the diet of a dancer; green tea and fresh air.
I did once get stuck
in a skip while trying to demonstrate that it is impossible to get out of a skip in a
tight skirt. I should have make
alternative plans before I climbed into
the skip and proved myself correct. A lovely policeman came along and sorted it out for me. He gave me a helping hand, literally.
So in this new book, as
is my want, I have put a person in a place. A remote secure place in a deep wood. They have been abducted,
and are about to escape. What would my character do?
They would run,
obviously.
But where to? What
decision does the human brain make in such a situation? And Scotland is quite small, and in many bits there's hardly anybody there permanently. But, there's folk traipsing all over the place now for all kinds of reasons, which can both work and not work for the story - the baddies delivering the victim or moving them can have an explanation for being there or the victim could be heard shouting for help by a hiker. But I don't want that, so I need deep, deep into the wood. Wild campers tend to be in predictable places so the choice of property can deal with that one. Remote.... but near a logging track. And a boring logging track that leads to nothing worth photographing. Nowhere near anything pretty or the North Coast 500.
The photos attached
to the blog show the terrain that our
little hero is trying to traverse - with a bad leg. He has escaped but he's not feeling too good.
So where would they go? Where would instinct tell him to go?
Our hero has decided
to try and make the break at night, he could get some very nice injuries if he
ran into a old rusty wire fence that
could catch him at waist height. So I think that might happen to him. And would slow him up if anybody was chasing him. Can't decide yet if he's being chased. If so, who by? There are no dangerous animals here, apart from homo sapiens but by this time in the book, the reader knows that.
Or would he go
quietly, stealthily, down the slight trench caused
by a rivulet coming down the side of the ben.
And have I written what he’s going to be wearing something on his feet as that has
a big impact on his choice of where to go. And with all I have put him through, it would seem cruel to give him cold. wet feet as well. He or me has to make that decision. Track or stream?
As any good crime writer knows, dogs do not follow scent on
the ground. They follow vapour trails in the air, so going through water will not harm the tracking of those that follows. If they have a well trained dog wth them, like a Polsa (search team) dog, they will track him no
bother. But my dog? No chance
unless our hero has some carrot cake
around his person. Downhill for one thing. Through the trees – would that be easier that over the grassy area with dead trees? The stumps? Dead sheep? The old bits of fencing? There's old fencing in this pic, difficult to see but there's no way round it. In bad light, he'd run into it. he might run in to the dead sheep/deer/haggis at some point. That could be useful to orientate the reader - oh, they must be close to where the remote cabin is as they've seen the dead haggis. Some of the woods in this book are large enough that people do walk in and never walk out. Sometimes it is deliberate. The dead trunks sticking out the ground could be lethal if our hero runs into them. This picture shows an interesting thing, well interesting to me. The foresty commission, for some reason, plant trees in perfecty straight lines, and very close together so they grow quickly in a quest for light. It also makes them splindly and liable to keel over in strong winds Here four have gone over, four joined together in a perfect row and the ground pulled up forms a perfect clam shell type shelter that could make a good hidey hole. Though for obvious reasons it'll be on the windy side of things. I hope nobody ever finds my notes as I could be arrested. This mass of trees, trunks, dead things and undergrowth shows the ordered chaos of nature. And is metaphorical for the chaos of my first draft. Caro ( deep in a wood, miles from a coffee shop)
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