Peter Grose


Thank you for coming

Thank you for landing on my web site. We’re going to cover a lot of ground here ... rescuing people from the Nazis, the French Resistance, World War 2, Pearl Harbor, the bombing of Darwin, the Japanese midget submarine raid on Sydney, and more. We’ll be travelling from coast to coast across the United States, to Le Chambon in France as well as to my French home on the island of Oléron, to cities like Sydney and Darwin in Australia, and deep into the Australian outback. We’ll be piloting small planes across the desert, buying Aboriginal art,

I started this web site in May 2014, at the prompting of my British publishers. I had no idea what would happen. But since then, some patterns are beginning to emerge. You like the blog ... thank you. The entry for 11 November 2014 “A Good Old Literary Row”, which you can read by clicking here, seems to have the biggest following: it certainly attracts the largest number of “hits”.

  In part I’ve tried to aim the blog at writers, in the hope that my various ups and downs will comfort them and let them know that we all have good and bad days. The rest is a bit of a ramble about things that interest me. You won’t find much day-to-day stuff about digging the vegetable bed, but if you are open to a discussion of French farmers and their strike tactics, jazz festivals, Anzac Day, a really good place to stay in Queenstown, New Zealand and why I’m never going to another bullfight, the blog is there for you.

  For me, the best result from the web site is the number of e-mails I get from total strangers. You can write to me directly at I try to reply to every e-mail. I’ve met some terrific people through the web site. Please become one of them.

  At the moment I’m still working on selling my third book A Good Place To Hide. It’s a remarkable story, full of exotic characters: an unswerving pacifist pastor who was awarded the Medal of the Resistance with Rosette, the highest order of that proud French military decoration; the glamorous female SOE agent with a wooden leg (which she called ‘Cuthbert’), who helped to arm and organise the Resistance on the Plateau Vivarais-Lignon; the 18-years-old Latvian Jewish typewriter repairman who forged 5000 sets of fake papers, and whose only ambition was to be a doctor; the 15-years-old schoolgirl whose parents tried to keep her out of harm’s way in Le Chambon, and who risked her life running suitcases stuffed with money for the Resistance; the 17-years-old Boy Scout who ran 20 missions escorting Jews to safety in Switzerland before joining the Resistance. And that’s only the beginning.

and along the way we’ll be eating some good food washed down by the odd glass of good wine. Now read on ...