Many moons ago when my little ones where little ones .
we muddled along at the edge of the woods.
We would take many, many walks, our old lady of a Labrador always huffing and a puffing alongside us.
The tales I would unravel for them among the trees , of unicorns and giants , dragons and witches.
As the stories stuck to us and the wanderings with my now not so little ones became fewer, I knew I had to keep the stories ready for when they would want them again.
So I found Ophelia, my pens and paint just kept coming back to her, she embodies all of the features and characters of my little ones , she carries the stories of our walks in the woods when we muddled along at the edge of them.
So now the story is written , been hidden for many moons, but with a few more turns of madam luna, it will be ready.
I love finding Ophelia.