Somerset
As a child she made up stories. Summers were spent gazing at the sky, creating cloud pictures and stories to go with them. The wind presented an ever-changing canvas, transforming the billowing clouds from one image to another. The stories penned in her child-scrawl were packed away, but as a young woman, she never lost her dream of becoming an author. Today, she lingers over a cup of tea in the breakfast room, her mind developing the plot for her latest novel. Dreams do come true in the Somerset – her home.
