A book that feels like opening a long-lost journal by candlelight — gentle, knowing, and quietly impossible to put down.
A Novel by
A story drawn from the roads less travelled — Norfolk to Oxford, Cardiff to a village called Beguildy.
Begin the Journey →Chapter II
Some stories are mapped long before they are written. This is one of them.
Drawn from a life spent in motion — from Norfolk airfields to Oxford libraries, from Cardiff streets to the quiet Welsh hills around Beguildy — The Wandering Cartographer follows a woman whose pen has always known the way home, even when her feet did not.
It is a novel about the rooms we leave behind, the books that raise us, and the long, patient years between a first draft and a second chance. A book for anyone who has ever set a manuscript aside — and wondered whether to pick it up again.
A Novel
— est. Norfolk, written in Beguildy —
A Preview
A cinematic glimpse into the landscapes, libraries and quiet Welsh hills that shaped the novel.
Chapter III
A book that feels like opening a long-lost journal by candlelight — gentle, knowing, and quietly impossible to put down.
Holloway writes the way cartographers used to draw coastlines: with care, with wonder, and with the patience of someone who has actually been there.
There is a tender, second-chance quality to this novel that will stay with anyone who ever set a dream aside to look after the people they love.
From the Journal
On the strange alchemy of place, silence, and finally sitting down to write the book that had been waiting for thirty years.
Read essay →A childhood spent between RAF bases, raised on Tolkien, Christie, and the quiet conviction that stories could take you anywhere.
Read essay →On the particular courage of reopening a draft you abandoned a lifetime ago — and finding, between the lines, a younger you still waiting.
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