So here we are, in a corner of the hut where I write. 

If you look very carefully, you’ll see some clues as to what I’ve been doing lately. Over on the left there’s a pot with pens and pencils, a collection of shells (just because I like them) and some very useful post-its. In the middle, there are some of my own books on top of the collected works of Shakespeare. Underneath that, there are some books about the Stone Age and cave painting.

On the right, there’s a little book about Elizabeth I, two books about Shakespeare and a book about pilots who crash-landed in France during the Second World War, and managed to escape back to England. You’ll see why I’ve been reading about Shakespeare and escapers if you go to the page about books coming soon.


There’s also a print of a picture by Quentin Blake, which shows a girl smiling happily because she’s surrounded by books. Which sums it up, really. Well, as you can see from the picture, I’m not a girl any more. But I was once!