As a little girl, I used to go on holiday with my parents to a place called Colwyn Bay, in North Wales, UK, where the mountians mysterioulsy came down to the sea. There were glorious stories at bed-time. I dreamt of being a writer.
It took some years. I became interested in languages and was determined to learn them well enough to communicate clearly ... and more importantly to read yet more wonderul stories in those languages.
For many years I taught those languages to young people. I carried on collecting stories. At last, I started to write - at more...
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