On a rainy camping holiday in the late nineties, having run out of my own books, and read my magazines to death, I took the desperate measure of borrowing one of my mum’s holiday reads, The Winter King. I didn’t know what to expect. It was about King Arthur, but didn’t sound like it was going to have much in common with Prince Valiant, or The Sword In The Stone.
By the end of the first chapter, I was hooked. I was the last of my family to be enamoured into that regular habit of walking into a branch of WH Smiths for something, andwalking out with the new Bernard Cornwell (OBE) book instead.
Cornwell is a perennial of the best seller lists, with two of his series Sharpe and the Saxon Stories (filmed as The Last Kingdom) adapted to must-watch television. I reached out to a man who is…
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