If you leave England via the Severn Bridge with its magical dragonfly wings, you will arrive in a place called Wales. This is a green and pleasant land filled with myths and legends. Here you will find King Arthur’s stone as well as castles with dungeons. There is also a lighthouse on an island with dark and mysterious caves. We have the most beautiful valleys and sandy beaches and so much more. A perfect place for adventures and where many of my stories are set.

     It is in this magical place that you will find me, roaming the countryside and wild cliffs of Gower, with my husband, a kind and unassuming man who is also very clever! Back at our home for waifs and strays, we have many rescused battery hens, hundreds of wild birds and other animals. I also work as a part-time nurse in a small but perfectly formed hospital, and often, in the quiet of an evening, I play the piano or my guitar. Welcome to my world.  

My writing

 After coming second in a Debut Novel Competition with my YA novel, I decided to promote myself as a writer. Becoming a blogger was totally out of my comfort zone but after three years and thousands of visitors to my site, I can easily say I'm enjoying the experience and your company.

      Since then, my second novel has been long listed and short listed, so fingers crossed for both novels! Also, my short story The Purple Poppy' about animals that went to war, was published by Accent Press in an anthology,Unforgotten. So you see, I have been quite busy writing as much as possible.

      I was just six years old when I went to live with Granny Gower in a little wooden hut beside a forest. 'It will only be for the summer,' my father said, but nine summers passed before I ran away. 

      Granny Gower was a witch of course! Oh, not your average witch with a hawk’s nose and clawed fingernails and she wasn’t an old woman with warts and wrinkled skin but there was something about her that told me she was a witch nevertheless and not to be trusted.    

     I began to keep a diary of all the strange things granny did in fear that one day she would turn me into a frog and my father would never find me again. And so I became a writer and detective at the tender age of six. 

     As the years passed, I came to love Granny Gower despite her weird ways. She taught me many things that I would never have learned at school. One of the greatest gifts I took with me when I untangled myself from her spell, was the gift of vision, the power of observation and a love of nature. This is a quote by Lord Byron, which for me, sums up my time with Granny Gower.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more. 

 Coming soon...Diary of a Gower Girl

Come with me on a journey through Gower, one of the most beautiful places on earth!

The photography is all my own work.