The Hatching is set amongst the villages that lie above the Somerset Levels, a watery place, crisscrossed by a system of canals and ditches that are designed to drain the fields.

Loved by eels and owls it is a strange land that has become isolated by the motorways and the main line trains that define and bypass the region. People do not stop there. They pass by. It has an eerie beauty by night and a jolly innocence by day. Just the right location to set The Hatching, a tale of ordinary folk, or so it seems at first glance.

The moors flood in winter. Often covered by a blanket of mist, they lap at the edge of the lanes and droves that sit just above the water, linking hamlets and farms that would otherwise become islands. To the north, where the ‘Sabre Stone Masonry’ stands, hot springs warm the waters, enabling more exotic species to survive the winter months.

The moors flood in winter. Often covered by a blanket of mist, they lap at the edge of the lanes and droves that sit just above the water, linking hamlets and farms that would otherwise become islands. To the north, where the ‘Sabre Stone Masonry’ stands, hot springs warm the waters, enabling more exotic species to survive the winter months.