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These women were never witches. They were the last practitioners of an ancient healing tradition — and their erasure was deliberate.

A ninth-century remedy from Bald’s Leechbook instructs the healer to place a live raven’s eyes on the neck to cure swelling in the human eye. Behind this unsettling prescription lies a symbolic medical tradition rooted in folklore, sympathetic healing, and a worldview where body and spirit were never separate.

My Grandad was a war veteran, a photographer, and an engineer. He made things work when others gave up. And when the system failed me — when I was taken from an abusive foster home that should never have existed — he was the one who came.

In 1657, two women were hanged for witchcraft in Goudhurst — the same village where I was later cast out for writing about women like them. This is the true story behind my novel, Cunning Woman — a tale rooted in history, blood, and my own exile.

'Nightshade and wormwood grow wild in my garden. Borage and chamomile pop up in strange places — chamomile in particular forms clumps around

To read this book is to enter the arcane world of Anglo-Saxon medicine, where a drink of ale containing egg and sheep's dung was the cure..