Bruce lives with his wife on the south coast of England, just a few minutes’ walk from the sea.
When he’s not digging up stuff on King Arthur, he’s out walking on the South Downs with his wife and his friends trying to remember all the names of flowers and mushrooms his wife has identified.
When it’s raining he can be found sometimes in his “attic” as his wife calls it, trying to master new jazz chords.
A life of writing scientific reports and reading early science fiction, especially the genre of time travel such as the works of Anderson, Simak and Wells eventually got him to start writing his own novels about the adventures of a modern man and Victorian lady whom he met at a cricket match in 1873.
His daughter describes his stories as “Tom Holt meets P.G. Wodehouse meets Philip K. Dick meets Fortean Times.