I stumbled across some books my mum used to read to me as a babe. I loved these and have been hunting for them for forever. I had bramble and hollow in my head, turns out it was a Mr and Mrs Bramble in Fern Hollow.
Autumn was my favourite season. And I was obsessed with the map, constantly stopping to plot out the story as and where it was happening. It’s odd, not something I would normally have thought of myself doing., but there is something about maps that can make the unreal seem real..