New Novel Now Available

I am absolutely THRILLED to announce that my long awaited novel CAUGHT IN TRAFFICK is now available from Amazon and other outlets as a paperback and a download. Please follow the link below;

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Caught-Traffick-Freya-Barrington-ebook/dp/B01L80IVJM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1472539404&sr=8-1&keywords=caught+in+traffick

The sequel to my debut book Known to Social Services, Caught in Traffick picks up the story of Diane Foster; the social worker who was unfairly vilified for the death of a baby on her caseload. Diane is with her partner Ethan Montana in Thailand on a working holiday when they unwittingly become entangled in a complex and ruthless network of organised crime and child trafficking, which stretches from Bangkok to Pattaya.

The terrifying experiences of the children, and those striving to secure their liberty, provides a gripping and startlingly disturbing glimpse into the world of child trafficking.

Thousands of children worldwide are sold, kidnapped or simply given into the harrowing and frightening world of child trafficking, from which few escape. I wrote Caught in Traffick in the hope that the book will raise awareness and perhaps even challenge people’s views on this most heinous issue.

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Book Information

In Freya Barrington's previous book, 'Known to Social Services', Freya Barrington gave us a frighteningly realistic insight into the harrowing world of the child protection social worker. Based on her own experiences, the book was a revelation and occupied the number one spot for social work books on Amazon UK within weeks of release and went on to win the autobiography/biography/memoir section of the 2015 London Book Festival and received an Honourable Mention at the 2016 Paris Book Festival. 

'Caught in Traffick' is the sequel to 'Known to Social Services', and continues the story of social worker Diane Foster. Set mainly in Thailand; Diane and her partner Ethan are on a working holiday, blissfully unaware of the dangers lurking against the beautiful backdrop of white beaches and glorious monuments. When four-year-old Darcie Taylor is abducted from a crowded beach, Diane and Ethan find themselves sucked into the horrifying world of child trafficking. When Darcie’s abduction is followed closely by the kidnap of another child, there can be no doubt that a well co-ordinated gang is operating in the area. 

A chance meeting with the Director of Social Services Nicholas Bishop leads to a shocking revelation about the man who is still Diane’s most senior manager. Together, they become embroiled in a dangerous web of subterfuge and corruption, where organised crime syndicates and depraved sex offenders engage in a desperate battle of wits against those dedicated to their downfall. Trapped within this labyrinth of immorality are the children, who are sacrificed on the altar of greed and perversion for financial gain. With the gang’s tentacles reaching across to England, Diane is shocked to find herself faced with some old adversaries. With gripping twists and turns, hair-raising rescue attempts and heart breaking tragedies which leave you in despair; 'Caught in Traffick' will open your eyes to the disturbing underground world of child trafficking.

A Taste of Things to Come; a sneaky peek at the first chapter of my forthcoming novel Caught in Traffick

The time fast approaches for the release of my latest novel, Caught in Traffick. While we wait, I thought you might like to get a taste of what’s to come in this fast moving and gripping story of child trafficking in Thailand. Here is a tiny glimpse into Chapter One.

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The beach at Jomtien, was crowded with tourists doing what tourists do. They sunbathed, swam, drank cocktails, and played with their children on the fine white sands. Screams and shouts of laughter emanated from the banana boats out on the Gulf of Thailand, filled with willing passengers who had paid for the dubious pleasure of being flung off into the warm blue ocean. A string of ponies, sweated in the hot February sun, carrying their cargo of small, equally hot children. No one paid any attention to the old man in the wheelchair, whose feeble demeanour was a signpost of his advanced years. He was simply an old man of no account who had been pushed into a shady spot by his nurse, to enjoy the warmth of the late morning sun. He wore a large straw hat, which obscured his face. Underneath the hat however, the Old Man’s deep set eyes were keen and searching, and the unsuspecting people on the beach could not have guessed the sinister purpose of his presence. Their indifference would be costly, for the Old Man had played this game many times before and was as sharp as he was cunning. 

The Old Man observed the tableau, which played out before him; with his shrewd eye for detail, he already knew where all the main players were situated. He knew the beach well, and had already committed many details of today’s particular scenario to memory. It was with good reason that the Old Man was known to the people who sought him out, as “The Watcher.”

He watched the fishing boats go by as they made their way back to the fishing ports. He watched the waiters making cocktails behind the gaily decorated bars, he watched two lovers kissing on the white sands, mistaken in the notion that they were hidden from view by the garish umbrellas. He watched the hippie types who still came to the area to smoke a little dope, get high and remember the good old days. He watched the parents; but most of all, as a hawk watches its prey, he watched the children.  His seasoned eye was drawn to one family in particular. Two parents with two young children, a blonde haired girl wearing an eye catching pink and white polka dot swimsuit, and a younger boy. Their father was swimming in the sea, leaving mother tending to both children. The Old Man watched and waited, knowing that the opportunity would arise as it always did. It had been over six months since the Old Man had been out hunting like this, and he felt his pulse quicken in anticipation. He had travelled with special purpose from his home in Bangkok, with one thing in mind and now he had it in his sights.

A woman approached from his left hand side; she was a pretty young thing, dressed as a nurse; she attracted as little attention as the Old Man. She said nothing, but bent down to rearrange the blanket over his skinny legs. As she did so, she glanced up at him; “Soon” he whispered in an almost indiscernible voice, “It will be soon, stay close, and be ready.” The woman melted back into the crowds, but her sad eyes stayed constantly on the Old Man. She waited, as he waited; the sweat ran down her back in rivulets betraying the anxiety she felt at her situation.

The minutes ticked by.

Somewhere on the beach, a child cried out in pain. The woman did not turn her head to look; her eyes were fastened on the Old Man, knowing that this could be the moment. The Old Man had heard it of course, but unlike the woman, he fixed his gaze on the unfolding drama on the beach like a hawk on a mouse. The boy had wandered off and fallen; the mother turned, spoke briefly to the girl, and ran to her son. People instinctively turned their heads in the direction of the crying boy, some continued to watch as his mother comforted him, some smiled in sympathy, and no one, but no one had eyes on the girl; no one that is apart from Ruang Sak Yunram. 

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I hope that has whetted your appetite J

The book is the sequel to my first book Known to Social Services and should be released very soon, possibly before the end of August, but no promises. Caught in Traffick will be available from Amazon as a paperback and a download. It will also be available from certain book stores.

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A Cautionary Tale

In light of two recent high profile cases; one in the US, and one in the UK, I would like to share a story from social work, which I feel has some parallels to both stories.

The case in the US involved a young white man called Brock Turner. Turner was a young man from a privileged background and was described in the press as an “All American Swimmer”. He was at Stanford College, where one evening during a Fraternity party, he was discovered by two other students on top of an unconscious young woman. He was sexually assaulting her. He ran from the scene, but was tackled by the two young men who had discovered him and held until the police arrived.

The maximum sentence for Turner’s crime was 14 years; he got 6 months and is due for release in 3. His father commented that this was “a steep price to pay for 20 minutes of action”. The case sparked widespread outrage and debate, none of which I am going to enter into here. The point I would like to make is that in ALL societies, there is a huge imbalance when it comes to dealing with people from a different economic class. 

The newspapers were quick to bring to the public’s attention several rape and sexual assault cases where the perpetrators had been from a different economic background, different ethnic group and class – all had received the maximum sentence. Not one had been handed such a lenient sentence as Turner.

The details of the Brock Turner case can be found by following this link;

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brock_Turner

The case in the UK tragically involved the death of a six year old girl called Ellie Butler. Ellie was killed by her father who had fought to have her returned to his care after he was released from prison where he had been serving a sentence for inflicting grievous bodily harm on Ellie, when she was only a few weeks old. Ellie had suffered severe brain injuries, but Butler began a media campaign to have Ellie returned to his care.

Astonishingly he won.

He won due to the judge, Mrs Justice Hogg finding in his favour and expressing her “joy” at this “happy ending”. It was not a happy ending for Ellie. She is dead.

Social workers in Ellie’s case did NOT fail her but were thwarted in their attempts to protect her. 

You can read an account of this case by following the link below;

https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2016/jun/22/ellie-butler-judge-took-unwarranted-steps-to-reunite-her-with-violent-parents

The case I would like to share, thankfully does not involve the tragic death of a child, neither does it involve rape or sexual assault. It does however involve a young mother, who like Turner, came from a privileged background. This mother, like Butler, had her two children returned to her care, despite the recommendations of their social worker to the contrary. I was the social worker for these children and this is my account of a frustrating case, which in my opinion was handled differently to other similar cases due to the mother’s perceived “status”.

I will call her *Natalie Smith.

Natalie Smith was a young mother of 28. She had twin sons, *Aaron and *Jake, aged three at the time of my involvement. Natalie came from a wealthy background; she had attended private school and was expected to do well for herself. However, Natalie had developed a problem with alcohol at the age of 16, and had been in and out of private clinics several times – paid for by her parents.

At the age of 24, Natalie had an affair with a TV celebrity, which resulted in her pregnancy with the twins. The father (who was married) wanted nothing to do with her once he discovered she was pregnant, but he offered to support the boys financially. The family declined his offer.

Natalie did not come to the attention of Children’s Services until the twins were six months old. She was discovered passed out in her car on a country lane. She had apparently been on her way to the off licence to buy more alcohol. The children were at home alone and when the police found them, they used their powers to place them in Local Authority foster care and the case was referred to Children’s Services.

The social worker who picked up the case was inexperienced and later stated that she had been somewhat daunted at having a case involving someone “posh”. She was not used to dealing with people of Natalie’s class and had felt intimidated by Natalie and by her formidable parents. Natalie’s family closed ranks, gathered around her and offered support, telling Children’s Services that they would not be needed. They refused to co-operate and in an overworked, understaffed department, the decision was made that Natalie and the boys could be adequately supported by her family. The drunken incident was described as unfortunate, but accepted as a one off. The twins were returned to her care and the case was quickly closed with a note of No Further Action on the file.

Eighteen months later, Natalie was once again found to be intoxicated while caring for the now two-year old boys. The police had to step in again and place the boys in foster care. This time, a Core Assessment was undertaken, which suggested (unsurprisingly) that Natalie needed input from the alcohol team and support from the local Family Centre.

Once again, her parents came forward and stated that Children’s Services were not required, and that this time, they would ensure “round the clock support” for Natalie and the boys. There was no Case Conference, and no application for an Interim Care Order. The boys remained in foster care under S20 of The Children Act, with Natalie’s agreement. The Local Authority did not have parental responsibility for the children, and once again, they went home to Natalie. This time there was some follow up, with home visits and phone calls. Social workers found that there were indeed people at Natalie’s home when they called, but noted that they seemed to do little but drink tea with her. Natalie did not appear to be assuming much responsibility for the boys, leaving them to her friends and family to care for. She did not engage with the alcohol team, but assured the social worker that she had now stopped drinking and was doing much better. Her friends and family all confirmed this, and some even wrote letters of support stating how well Natalie was doing.

The case was closed four weeks after the completion of the Core Assessment, with a note on file that Children’s Services were “Satisfied” that Natalie had appropriate support.

Unbeknown to Children’s Services, the novelty of offering support to Natalie soon wore thin for her friends and family who had better things to do. They stopped visiting, though no one in Children’s Services was aware of this as the case had been closed. In desperation, Natalie’s mother employed a Nanny for the boys, but she quickly left when she discovered that she was expected to assume 100% care for the children until late at night, and that their mother had a serious alcohol problem. A string of Nannies came and went – with Children’s Services still unaware of the growing problem in the home.

When the boys were two and a half, they were discovered in a park running around on their own. The police were called yet again and eventually discovered Natalie under a tree surrounded by four empty bottles of wine. The boys went back into foster care – their third period of time in care in less than two years. For Natalie, nothing had changed. Her parents had now washed their hands of her, and her well to do friends had abandoned her. She was a single mother with a significant alcohol problem, and she was on her own.

At this point, I would like to pause and say that I have known several cases similar to this one, and in every single one, an Initial Child Protection Case Conference was convened to consider the risk to the children. On the second time of mother being intoxicated while caring for the children, an Interim Care Order was sought, and in no case, did the children return to mother’s care if significant changes had not taken place. However, in ALL of the previous cases I had worked, the mother’s came from what would be considered an underprivileged background, were in receipt of benefits and lived a very different kind of life to the one Natalie should have been enjoying.

I became involved as I had been employed by this Local Authority as an agency worker.  My line manager was also an agency worker and a woman of great experience and knowledge. She advised me on my first day that she had a difficult case to allocate to me, and one with a significant history. I was told that Natalie had now engaged with an alcohol programme and was determined to get the twins back again. Natalie was described to me as highly intelligent and incredibly manipulative.

I was told that the current social worker had just been dismissed, as she had been visiting Natalie in the evenings for coffee and had apparently told her, “Don’t you worry Nat, I’ll get your kids back”.

I was the latest in a succession of social workers who had yet to engage with Natalie in any meaningful way.

I reviewed the case from old files, and completed a chronology, which had never been done. What was of startling note was that no one had, at any point, contacted the children’s father. When I made enquiries about why this was, I was told by other social workers that knew about the case, that it was due to his celebrity status! I was also told by other social workers in the team that Natalie “Knew people” and was “Well connected” in the area. I failed to see what this had to do with the wellbeing of the children and commented that this was not 1960’s London under the control of the Krays. However, I did take note of the worrying attitudes surrounding this case, which to me indicated a culture of “Laissez Faire” or leave well alone.

I wrote to Natalie by email in the first instance to introduce myself, and to suggest an office meeting. She wrote back to me almost immediately. Her email was enthusiastic and friendly. She welcomed me as the children’s new social worker and agreed to the meeting. She shortened my name, addressing me as if by nickname. She signed herself Nat.

I wrote again thanking her for responding so quickly. I addressed the email to Ms Smith and signed my full professional name.

The meeting did not go well.

Natalie seemed upset that I did not see things her way, and failed to understand why I would not agree to the children being returned to her care the following day. When I explained to her that I would be undertaking a comprehensive parenting assessment, which would take many weeks of observation and engagement, she became angry. The friendly persona of the email disappeared, and Natalie actually repeated what my colleagues had told me, saying, she “Knew people” and would make sure I lost my job. 

Really?

I had hardly stepped back into the building when my manager called me into her office. Apparently Natalie’s solicitor had sent a tersely worded email to say that Natalie wanted a new social worker as the relationship between us had “broken down”. My manager sensibly wrote back and said that there was no relationship established as yet, and so nothing to “break down”. No replacement social worker would be allocated. The solicitor then wrote again and suggested that I was not qualified to undertake a parenting assessment; he demanded that someone else do the assessment. Again, my manager told him politely that I was more than qualified to undertake a parenting assessment as it was basically what I did for a living.

Natalie then avoided me with avengeance. She refused to attend any meetings with me, and would not allow me to visit the home. I saw the children in foster care on a regular basis, and had no choice, but to write an assessment based on past history, and current issues with input from the foster carers, nursery and a few of Natalie’s friends who agreed to see me. What emerged was a very different picture to the one Children’s Services had been presented with. Natalie had managed very well to hide the reality of her alcoholism, shunning everyone, and relying on paid Nannies to care for the boys. As far as I could make out, she had never in her life had full time care of the children for more than a day or two, before someone had stepped in to offer support.

Natalie was NOT engaged with the alcohol team as she had led us to believe, and as far as I was able to assess, absolutely nothing had changed. I had managed to track down the father, who advised me that he wanted nothing to do with the children or Natalie, so he was out of the picture. Her family had also disowned her, and she had no friends left to rely on.  In light of Natalie’s refusal to work with Children’s Services, I was of the opinion that if the children were to return to her care, history would repeat itself, and they would be at risk of ongoing harm. After several weeks of gathering information, I wrote my recommendations, which were that the children remain in foster care, with a plan to free them for adoption. My manager agreed.

Early the following morning, I had just arrived at work, when I had a phone call from my manager. She was upset, and told me that she had been fired and would not be returning to work. I was stunned and asked why. She said that it was because she had criticised a decision regarding the twins, which I would hear about very soon. She warned me that I could expect some opposition and advised me to be vigilant and “Watch my back”. It was as cryptic a phone call as I had ever received in social work. Mystified, I went about my business, until I was called into the office of the Operations Manager. 

He told me that he had read my report and advised me that I would have to change my recommendations. Puzzled, I asked what I was expected to change. He shuffled about in his seat and looked uncomfortable. He told me that he had been in discussions with very senior management and with other individuals, and that the twins would be returning home to the care of their mother. In light of these discussions, I would need to “Adjust” my report accordingly to reflect this decision. I sat open mouthed, but managed to ask why. He rambled on for a while about Natalie not being given a fair attempt at parenting the children and that this time, she would have an army of support. He then said that Natalie had “strong ties” with certain people in the area who had pledged to assist her. I reminded him, that we had been down this road with her in the past, with round the clock support, and it had not worked, and as such nothing had changed. I asked who these people were and why he thought it would it work this time.

He would not be drawn into a discussion, but told me that an emergency review meeting had been convened, which I was expected to attend in precisely 30 minutes. I would hand out copies of my amended report and recommend that the children return to Natalie’s care forthwith.

It was his turn to be stunned when I refused.

I told him that I had no intention of changing my recommendations as I believed that my assessment was accurate, and my manager had agreed with me. He then told me what I already knew – my manager no longer worked for this department.  I then told him that if he wanted the report changing, he had better find himself another social worker, as I would not do it. I refused to put my name on a document, which would mean placing these children back in a home where I believed they would be at significant risk of ongoing harm.

I then did something I have never done in my career as a social worker, no matter how difficult things had been.

I resigned, right there and then, I resigned.

Before I left, I made an official complaint to the Director of Children’s Services, in regard to the twin’s case and I was subsequently invited to see him. He listened carefully to what I had to say and then told me they were sorry to lose me.  

I do not know what became of Natalie or her children after I left. I sincerely hope that she did succeed in being a parent, but I seriously doubt it.

I have told this story as a cautionary tale; no one, not a social worker, a manager or a Director can afford to be manipulated or swayed simply because of someone’s status, perceived or otherwise. I was horrified at the way Natalie seemed to be able to manipulate the people around her. I never did find out who she “knew” but it smacked of corruption. For me as a professional social worker, I felt bullied and under pressure to change a decision, simply because someone somewhere seemed to be intimidated by Natalie’s contacts. Whatever or whoever it was, it got in the way of the safety of those children, which to me was totally unacceptable.

*All names have been changed

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Freya

Who are You to Judge? The Importance of Recording and Evidence Based Assessments.

Jane’s words rang in my ears; her wonderful Scottish brogue seemed to give more weight to her sound advice. “Write. It. Down” she said firmly, enunciating every word. Jane was my tutor in University, and was talking to me in a 1:1 tutorial about the importance of recording in social work. Her words made an impression, which remain with me to this day.  Such was her emphasis on the subject, that once qualified and working, I became almost obsessed with making sure that I, 
Wrote. 
It. 
Down.  
Jane was not wrong; accurate recording is absolutely fundamental to the task of social work.

I was a social worker back in the day before computers made the job of recording less laborious. How well I recall staying in the office after a lengthy or difficult visit, which had to be written up by hand, before I went home, while the information was fresh in my mind. I wasn’t alone; there would often be three or four of us, hunched over our desks, scribbling furiously, and wishing our hands didn’t ache quite so much.  If I felt like skimping the task, Jane’s words would resound once again, and I would redouble my efforts.

Jane was equally emphatic about the importance of accuracy. “If it goes to court” she cautioned, “You’d better be sure you’ve recorded it accurately”. This advice was to stand me in good stead many times. I recall one occasion where I was cross-examined in Crown Court by a particularly intense barrister who seemed determined to discredit my account of events of the case in question. At one point, he asked me how I could be so sure of my recollection of events, which were written up in the court report. I answered simply and honestly, “Because I recorded it accurately at the time”. He raised a sardonic eyebrow and questioned me again, “You mean to tell me that at the time of speaking to this mother, you managed to make detailed notes”. To me, it seemed obvious, “Yes” I replied. He paused for effect, “And where, may I ask are these marvellous notes now?” he enquired with an edge of sarcasm. I pointed to the desk where the Local Authority solicitor was sat; “Right there” I said indicating my original notebook from the day in question.

The judge leaned forwards and gestured, “I’ll have those please,” he said immediately, and they were duly admitted as evidence. Sure enough, on the day in question, I had followed Jane’s advice. I had Written. It Down. Chapter and verse; it was all there, dated, signed, and accurate. The judge read the notes in silence. Then, he turned to the barrister and declared, “Seems clear to me” and that, was in effect, that.

When contemplating poor recording, I think about a case where I was required to write an independent assessment concerning a little boy of four who had been taken into the care of the Local Authority, and whose aunt wished to assume care for him. The social worker in charge of the case, was, like many of her colleagues, overworked, tired and stressed. As well as reading all the files, and speaking to all the professionals involved, I discussed the case with the social worker in order to glean as much first-hand information as possible. As we talked, she recalled several meetings where the child’s aunt had been aggressive, confrontational and on one occasion, downright violent, attacking the social worker in the foyer of the building. I asked the social worker if she could possibly direct me to the case notes in regard to these incidents, as they would need to form part of my assessment. She told me that she had never had time to record the meetings and incidents, some of which had happened more than a month previously. Seeing my stunned reaction to this, the social worker told me that she “Had it all in her head”. This did nothing to alleviate my concern. Here we had a family member who was potentially wholly unsuitable for the task of caring for this child, but her violence and aggression towards professionals had not been recorded and hearsay does not stand up in court. Write. It. Down.

One of the most elemental skills for any social worker is the ability to initiate an accurate assessment of a given situation. Undertaking solid, research based, evidential assessments, is a core activity for any social worker. Good quality assessments are THE essential tool in substantiating and informing the decision making process within social work.

Assessments are usually context specific and may comprise of a variety of theoretical approaches. However, all assessments share a common factor in that they all require the gathering of information. In a situation of immediate risk to a child, an assessment needs to be made quickly based on the available information. However, more often than not, assessments are time consuming, and can take many weeks or even months to complete.  Social workers are not only concerned with gathering information; they must also analyse and evaluate what information is relevant and more importantly, what is valid and accurate, which is a skill in itself.

The role of the child protection social worker is complex; Parents can become defensive and hostile in their efforts to protect their privacy and, given the nature of the job, the information offered to social workers by parents may not necessarily be exact. Parents who feel they are “under the microscope” can understandably feel anxious, and, in their efforts to avoid further involvement from social services, may volunteer information, which is not accurate.  Parents may minimise a given situation in order to downplay the social worker’s concerns, or more worryingly, may offer information, which is totally fabricated and intended to deceive.

Gathering information for an assessment can be intrusive and uncomfortable for all concerned. The skill of the social worker must lie in their ability to interpret what is factual and relevant in an often highly complex plethora of information. They must then organise this information into a comprehensible assessment, which addresses the salient points, highlights any areas of risk to the children concerned, and most importantly must offer recommendations as to how to make and maintain positive changes.

Within this process, social workers are often accused of being judgmental. While it is hoped that we would strive to avoid adopting an autocratic or superior attitude; making sound judgments is an essential part of any social worker’s role.

One dictionary definition of the word judgement is; 
The forming of an opinion, estimate, notion or conclusion from presenting circumstances.  

Another definition suggests that it is;
The ability to judge, make a decision, or form an objective opinion, wisely, especially in matters affecting action.

“Being judgmental” is therefore unavoidable if we are to be effective. When a social worker visits a family and begins an assessment, he or she is, essentially being paid for their judgement about the situation. When the social worker discusses the case with their manager, that manager then makes further decisions based on the judgement of the social worker.

Social work judgments are based on the assessment of a given situation, it is therefore essential that our skills in this area are regularly revised and enhanced.

While judgement of a situation is required, social workers must guard against falling into the trap of “value judgments”. For example, we might visit a home and report that it was “maintained to a high standard” – by whose standard are we measuring this? Alternatively, we might report, “the children were inappropriately dressed”; again, what is our baseline for quantifying this statement?

Statements such as these must be backed up with evidence if we are to avoid the accusation that we are being judgmental, which is where the evidence-based assessment is of such importance.  One Local Authority I worked for recently banned the use of the phrase, “Kicked off”, in assessments and daily logs, which I for one was more than happy about. It had become commonplace for social workers to report that children had “kicked off”, with no accompanying information as to what qualified as “kicking off”.  

Once completed, a social work assessment can be a crucially valuable tool. It may be used in court as the basis for the Local Authority’s case in Family Proceedings. As such, the importance of the evidence gathered by the social worker cannot be understated. Our resulting judgement, made as a result of all the relevant information, is at the heart of our role as child protection social workers.

So remember; Write. It. Down. You will not only help yourself, but others who may need to rely on your accuracy for other ongoing assessments or court hearings. 

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My bestselling book Known to Social Services is a fictionalised work, outlining the daily challenges faced in social work. Known to Social Services won the autobiography/biography/memoir section of the 2015 London Book Festival.

Coming Soon; my latest novel, titled Caught in Traffick is a novel about the harrowing world of child trafficking in Thailand. it is a sequel to Known to Social Services.

Freya 

New Book Cover for Forthcoming Novel Caught in Traffic

Writing a book is exciting. Any author will tell you that. Developing the characters, plotting the twists and turns, and seeing the story take shape, with you; the architect of it all. It can also be lonely; frustrating, and at times, discouraging. There will be many re-writes, dozens of readings and endless editing.

I can only speak for myself, but once it is completed, I kind of sit back and think, “Oh, …………. Hey I finished it”. It kind of sneaks up on you in the end, and you finally realise that all the hard work, all the sleepless nights where you wrote from midnight until 6 am have come together and you have the raw makings of a new book.  If you think the hard work is behind you, think again. Now it begins in earnest. There is the foreword, the acknowledgements, the synopsis, the biography, and all the editing, which goes into making it fit for publication. I speak from experience when I say that writing a 300 word synopsis has been known to cause me more aggravation than writing the 90,000 words of a book. I stare blankly at the screen, wracking my brains as to how I am going to cram a description of this entire story into 300 words – you try it, it's not easy!

Not least in all the preparation is the book cover, which is incredibly important. I’m sure you have all heard the saying, “Don’t judge a book by its cover”, but I’m afraid we do, we really do. How many of you have picked up a book in a store simply because you were attracted by the cover? I know I have. In the same way that I have ignored a book because the cover put me off. I’m certainly guilty of judging a book by its cover!

With all three of my books, the cover was in my mind long before the book was completed. For Known to Social Services, that sombre backdrop of high rise flats was always going to be the cover. I also knew that I wanted the colour red to feature as a sharp contrast to the suggested dreariness of the world therein.

The stark cover of Known to Social Services

For Gozo Is the Grass Greener? The cartoon style animation of me, Steve and Ollie the lurcher, was perfectly captured by Michael Martin who is the current illustrator for Fred Basset in the Daily Mail. It was as if he had read my mind J

In complete contrast, the fun cover of Gozo Is the Grass Greener?

Caught in Traffic was no different. I had an image of a child on a beach making sandcastles. I wanted to suggest a place of blue skies, and happy holidays. The book then takes you into a frightening world, where carefree holidays are shattered by the dark and sinister intrusion of the child traffickers. More about the story in a future blog.

For now, I am very proud to unveil my latest book cover, which has been beautifully designed and brought into reality by Samuel Hurt. Check out Sam’s Facebook Page, Misty Fell Productions and find out more about this talented young man. Thank you Sam, excellent job J

Freya 

Exciting New Novel CAUGHT IN TRAFFICK

I am delighted to announce that I have just about completed my latest book. This is my third book to date, and is a sequel to my debut bestseller, Known to Social Services.

The new book is titled, Caught in Traffick and is, as the title suggests, takes the reader into the terrible world of child trafficking. A work of fiction, Caught in Traffic picks up where Known to Social Services left off.

The book is set in mainly in Thailand, and features some characters from the first book, along with many new characters, who you will love to hate.

From an Organised Crime Syndicate with a megalomaniac leader, to abducted children and an intricately tangled web of blackmail, deceit and unimaginable horror, Caught in Traffic will take you on a roller coaster of a journey, complete with twists and turns and culminating in a jaw dropping finale.

So IS Nicholas Bishop the infamous NB – all will be revealed J

Not long now folks – watch this space.

Freya 

Goodnight Wogan

Yesterday, the world awoke to the sad news that we had lost one of Britain’s best loved icons, Sir Terry Wogan.

In a month that has seen the loss of too many much-loved figures, such as Lemmy from Motorhead, the one and only David Bowie, Glenn Frey of The Eagles, Dale Griffin of Mott The Hoople, to name but a few, the news of Terry Wogan’s death was like the final insult. It seemed as if day after day, we would access our social media and almost immediately be open mouthed and exclaiming, “Oh no”, trotting of to break the news to our other half and asking the pointless question, “Guess who’s died now?”

It affected me more than I ever imagined it would.

I cried.

When I reflected as to why this should be, why should I be so affected by the passing of a man, who after all, reached the good age of 77, lived a comfortable life in the public eye, had a loving family, and who I had never met? Why?

I came to the conclusion that Terry Wogan has simply always been there. As much a part of my life as a well loved Uncle. I grew up listening to his Irish blarney every morning before I left for school. I recall my dad sitting at the breakfast table, letting out one of his great guffaws of laughter at something Terry Wogan had said. At the time of course, with hormones coursing through my bloodstream like poison, I would pull a face of utter disgust. “For God’s sake dad” I would opine in my best teenage sneering voice, “It wasn’t THAT funny”. But do you know what? It really was.

When I left home aged only 19, guess what? I abandoned Radio 1, defecting to Terry and Radio 2 and listened to him all the time. He was more than a superb DJ with a sense of timing, a turn of phrase, and a twinkle in his voice as he spoke to us. He was my link with my parents, my home, and my past.

I wrote to him once; I was 21, and shared some anecdote about daily life, but he read it out and I felt elated. Terry Wogan had READ my letter out on the radio. I remember so well my mum ringing me from 80 miles away, “Did you hear it?” she enthused, “He read your letter”. “I know” I beamed, “I know”. Good times.

I lost both my parents when I was in my 20’s. Their loss was a hammer blow, from which I never truly recovered, but Terry was still there and as I listened, I’d think to myself with a smile, “Dad would have liked that” or “Oh mum would have laughed to hear that one”, and so the link continued.

How many of you remember the JR saga of the 80’s? I followed it with absolute delight. Long before we had Facebook, Twitter and the rest, Terry Wogan was uniting the country with his easy wit and absolute charm.

I qualified as a child protection social worker in 2001, and on my way to work, Terry was always with me, and many of my colleagues. He gave us a cheery start to days, which were less than joyous. We’d trickle into the office one by one and often ask, “Did you listen to Terry Wogan this morning?” And there would be laughter, shaking of heads and comments about his repartee. Whether it be Janet and John, or just his well-known characters, Edna Bucket, Lou Smorrels, Dora Jar and my personal favourite Chuffer Dandridge. His double entendre’s were legendary and I would find myself wondering how he got away with some of them, so close were they to the bone.

He will never know how important he was to so many of us, in that small triumph of making us smile in the misery and sadness of our jobs.

Oft times I would be out of the office early, while Terry was still broadcasting. I would literally have to pull over, tears of laughter coursing down my face especially with Janet and John, read in the presence of the ever faithful John “Boggy” Marsh.  Along with Lynn Bowles and Alan Dedicote; the mere mention of their names brought me comfort; it was something reliable, solid and dependable. I remember the feeling of sharp disappointment if I tuned in to find Terry was on holiday and someone else was standing in. I would exclaim in annoyance, no one did the breakfast show like Terry.

As I got older, there was absolutely no doubt, I had become a TOG – one of Terry’s Old Gits. I wondered what my mum and dad would have said about THAT.

Of course, Terry’s talents were not confined to radio. A supreme TV broadcaster, he had us tuning into the terrible Eurovision Song Contest, simply to hear his acerbic commentary and comments. ………….. Priceless.

His presentation of the BBC’s annual Children in Need was also a “must watch” event. There was just something so British about the whole thing. You had to be a part of it.

To say he will be missed is an understatement. He was part of the fabric of the country, a true legend, with real talent.

For me, he was the thread that linked me to times gone by, times, I could revisit, simply by hearing that lovely Irish brogue, which never failed to bring a smile.

Now he’s gone and really, it just won’t be the same, not ever.

My thoughts and condolences are with his family at this time 

Goodnight Sir Terry, and thank you so very much for your gift to us all. xxxxx

Freya