Author dorabenley

You talk about raising a herd of boars. The pheasants are “reared”. I remember that the “wild ponies” in the New Forest National Park weren’t exactly wild either. The tour guide said they were even sold. Here the javelina are… Continue Reading →

My ruddy Abyssinian cat is named Putlitz after a German spy in the German Embassy in London “Prussia House”. Wolfgang zu Putlitz was a Junker in the Eastern part of Germany between Hamburg and Berlin. He wrote a book called… Continue Reading →

Desert creatures wandering around sounds appealing until you have to live with them. It’s not convenient if you want to start a vegetable garden or if you have small pets. The backyard is already fenced in. That way we can… Continue Reading →

Wasn’t Hess in the Tower of London? Nobody ever seems to mention it. Our tour guide at the Tower certainly didn’t. It’s hard to believe that it was used in the 20th century. Tower of London

I looked up the Addendum Restaurant. My first remark is that it seems to also be a hotel. They talk about room service. When you click photos they show you a balcony with a view of Tower Bridge. When I… Continue Reading →

Curious that democracy was suspended during WW2 in Britain. That reminds me of the ancient Roman dictatorship during the Republic. Dictatorship didn’t mean the same thing in Roman days. A consul would assume the dictatorship when Rome was at war…. Continue Reading →

Most of the stuff we’ve put up on Amazon are my YA mystery thrillers and supernatural novels, not adult novels. They are very short, about 40,000 words, and are written for a different audience than the Edward Ware Thriller Series…. Continue Reading →

What you mean is that I write escapist fiction. That’s what thrillers usually are. The stakes are impossibly high. The world will end unless the hero/heroine defeats the evil force, etc. Edward and Dora don’t defeat Helga &co until the… Continue Reading →

As far as Helga von Wessel goes, I’ll post her full photo on my blog on my website in addition to the photo of the graffiti on the wall in Weimar — in two separate blog posts, of course. I’ll… Continue Reading →

Two years ago we drove through what used to be East Germany. The first day ashore we drove from Hamburg to Potsdam. The next day we drove to Weimar, Goethe’s home. The roads seemed to be of the same quality… Continue Reading →