I have a large clip frame full of old family photos in my hallway. I walk past everyday without a thought but yerstday something made me stop and look at it. I suddenly noticed this photo of my sister, reading a book by torch light. It is scarily similar to the one I painted of Evangelina with her secret sketchbook! I had forgotten about this photo, which my mum took VERY early one Christmas morning as we all sat on Ros’ bed, opening our stockings! My brother, Richard, is looking unimpressed at Father Christmas’ choice of literature. I am the devil child at the back, glowing red.
The stories about Evangelina May are about the simple pleasures. What could be better than squeezing wet clay between your fingers or standing in a cold sprinkler – or was I just a strange child?!