I grew up in southeast England; in a mining village my husband calls “The place that time forgot” .  I came to Canada when I was 21, in search of adventure and a new life. I live in Spruce Grove, Alberta with my hockey crazy husband, Ted, our lazy cat, Sammy and our adorable Sheltie, Maggie Mae. Our children, Matt and Katie, are the gems in my treasure chest.     Every summer, when I was a child, we would visit my aunt and uncle at their quaint little cottage on Salisbury Plain. It was called Scotland Lodge and was situated not far from the historical Stonehenge. My uncle worked as a farm hand for the local squire. My aunt tended the manor house. It was there as I roamed free, deep within the English countryside, that I experienced joy, enchantment and some very strange and frightening occurrences. It was like a fairy tale kingdom with a sinister twist. The memories of my summers at Scotland Lodge have stayed with me as a sort of nagging unsolved mystery all of my life. A few years ago I revisited my childhood wonderland (the old place still emanates a strange, eerie essence) and was lead by some mysterious force into concocting this story and writing this book. It is from my mystifying experiences at Scotland Lodge that this book has emerged.  

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