Jane Shortall was born in Ireland. She had various careers, including the Aerospace business. Best loved was the Equestrian Federation of Ireland.
Jane has always travelled, mostly in Europe, loves London, Paris, Rome, Florence, the islands of Sicily, Rhodes and Corsica. With her husband, they travelled extensively from their home in the foothills of the French Pyrenees.
Now a widow, Jane has moved over to the French Riviera for the next chapter, literally. Rediscovering her old sunny vitality, she intends to write with positive passion, and is loving her life, immersed in the culture of the stunning Côte d'Azur.
She intends to write full time and can be reached by email.
Jane Shortall writes: Pulling on a woolly hat, scarf, gloves, heavy jeans, rubber boots and a waxed jacket, on that wild morning, I went out and walked the legendary Bull Wall in Clontarf, a long, long seafront walk, loved by the citizens of Dublin for hundreds of years. This is the area where the High King of Ireland, Brian Boru, was slain in a battle against the Danes in 1014. On that particular morning, I felt I was battling too. more »
Jane Shortall writes: Into our life, onto our stage, they marched, the good, the not so good, and the downright peculiar. Despite the circumstances, the horrific illness, the very reason we were here, at times, both of us felt we were in some daft comedy, the characters created by Woody Allen. It had always been obvious to me, with no need for deep thinking, that we would have been so much better off, for every reason imaginable, staying in France.
Jane Shortall writes: Her books chosen by Oprah, made into movies, Maeve somehow managed to remain one of us, to stay absolutely the same warm, giving, human being. Beyond generous, she gave away both time and money as if she had double the amount to spare. She was, in every sense, larger than life, with a superior imagination and an uncanny ability to tell a story. more »
Jane Shortall writes about London: "Nattily dressed and high heeled women, some looking marvellously Botoxxed, came out of the restaurant, chatting loudly and gathered at a table in the alfresco dining area. They carried small glasses of chilled white wine, lit up cigarettes with pricey lighters and blew smoke in the air, tossing their expensive coiffed hair." more »