My corner of Pennine Yorkshire may be no more than a crumb crumbled off the piecrust holding this fragile world together, but it’s where I come from. I am part of the earth and moorland of my surroundings which are deep-rooted in what I think, what I write about and what I am.
I live in a small cottage amongst my pens and pencils, my photos, vintage bits and bobs, my books and my long-suffering husband.
Best of all I get to share my life with small visiting granddaughters, family and some very special friends.
I read, write, take endless pictures, and look after my little garden when I’ve time. Amongst all this, I also attempt to make and bake things, with varying results.