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…
