With her intriguingly beautiful name, Menna van Praag invited me in. She opened the door to The House at the End of Hope Street. “at night the house looks like a Victorian orphanage housing a hundred despairing souls, but when the clouds part and it is lit by moonlight, the house appears enchanted. As…
Tag: Beatrix Potter
Today, I celebrate Beatrix Potter…
There is something about Beatrix Potter that reminds me of Jane Austen. Not that I knew her of course, um, well, I wish I did. She would tell me to get going with my ideas, put my thoughts down and see where my characters take me. She would also tell me, my imagination should roam…
Meditating Mummy 