Meet...my first novel!

It is difficult finding time (and mains power!) to write whilst travelling the world in a VERY small campervan and completing a 10-month world charity tour with my other major love, Friends for Sharks.  I have been lucky lately though and have found a moment or two to begin my novel. I thought you may enjoy a sneak peak, so here it is. This has to be my favourite part so far:'The beauty of George’s garden in all seasons drove Beatrice to distraction as she twitched her curtains, watching and knowing she could never create the same. Her garden was a riot of mismatched floppy tulips, out-sized chrysanthemums and every shade of fleshy begonia imaginable in summer. In winter it bore resemblance to a graveyard with its barren beds and occasional woody lavender shrubs with frost-damaged leaves.Quite whether Jonathan the gardener had created Beatrice’s vision of horticultural bliss or not was to be debated, though Beatrice didn’t entirely mind either way. So long as he kept tending her garden each summer, she could inadvertently admire his muscular backside and bronzed thighs under the cover of sunglasses whilst enjoying morning tea. It mattered not that he was a somewhat feckless man with more dirt under his fingernails than intelligence between his ears; the beads of sweat that trickled down young Jonathan’s neck as he arched his back to the sunshine had caused many a tea-soaked biscuit to drop into Beatrice’s tea cup as she gawped. Long summer nights went by in a frenzy of creativity as she imagined all sorts of ungodly ways to tame him and fulfill her unmet desires.'What do you think? I have a love-hate relationship with Beatrice but she certainly adds something with her attitude! I think I may be modelling her on The Golden Girls as she develops...