I was just six years old when I went to live with Granny Gower in a little wooden hut beside a forest. 'It will only be for the summer,' my father said, but nine summers passed before I ran away.
Granny Gower was a witch of course! Oh, not your average witch with a hawk’s nose and clawed fingernails and she wasn’t an old woman with warts and wrinkled skin but there was something about her that told
me she was a witch nevertheless and not to be trusted.
I began to keep a diary of all the strange things granny did in fear that one day she would turn me into a frog
and my father would never find me again. And so I became a writer and detective at the tender age of six.
As the years passed, I came to love Granny Gower despite her weird ways. She taught
me many things that I would never have learned at school. One of the greatest gifts I took with me when I untangled myself from her spell, was the gift of vision, the power of observation and a love of nature. This is a quote by Lord Byron, which
for me, sums up my time with Granny Gower.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love
not Man the less, but Nature more.
Coming soon...Diary of a Gower Girl
Come with me on a journey through Gower, one of the most beautiful places on earth!
The photography is all my own work.