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My novel was published By Severn House in 2008.
Set in North London in the early 1960s, the action also takes place in Country Kerry is south west Ireland.

To whet your appetite here are a few quotes from the book that deal with the setting. I’ve also posted a selection of modern photographs I found in Wikipedia – of course the picture of the Kerry mountains could have been taken anytime in the last 2000 years

Chapel Market, Saturday afternoon, looking east. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)  

…Mick had resented the insurance collector who called on Friday mornings. ‘Aren’t we young?’ he would argue. ‘Aren’t we strong?’ Mick would have preferred the couple of bob in his own pocket; or, better still, in the pocket of the bookies’ runner who dodged up and down Chapel Market in well-worn gabardine.

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….the address eluded him. He could have described it well enough: soot-blackened bricks, dogs’ mess on the pavement, dirty milk bottles on the doorstep, two minutes from a theatre, three from the station with a religious name. He clicked his fingers in annoyance. What was it called? The Saint? No, The Angel

St John Street, Islington Looking towards the Angel. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 The verge was purple with wild fuchsia. To the west was bogland and for every shade of green in the landscape there was a brown to match. ‘No one will try to sell you a postcard of that,’ said The Yank relishing a Woodbine. ‘But look over there,’ he jerked with his thumb towards the west.
‘That is something that would never tire a man’s eyes.’ They gazed past him to a range of softly curved mountains the colour of rain. ‘Those are the Reeks. The MacGillycuddy Reeks’.

On the distant horizon are Macgillycuddy Reeks.            (Photo credit: Wikipedia)