find your voice & tell your story
‘We need the tonic of wildness’ – Thoreau. Sometimes, when you just need to get away, the siren song of the sea calls to you, and the soft greens of the countryside beckon. This weekend, we left work, school and worries behind us and ran away to Ceredigion to stay in Owl Lodge at Sloeberry
I spent my early years on the edge of Dartmoor’s wilderness: the high, desolate moor, in summer dressed with a trimming of golden coconut-scented gorse. A ruined castle was my playground, ice-cold streams my paddling pool. As a small child I ran through steep woodland where the ancient hollow trees housed -I felt quite sure
I’ve loved stories since I was a tiny dot. As a toddler, I asked my parents to read ‘Where’s the Green Parrot?’ and ‘The Truck on the Track’ until their pages disintegrated. As a child, I wrote endless stories and set up a library in my bedroom. As a teen, I read late into the
