Stuart, Sarah

Make-believe was my escape from reality as a lonely, only child. I didn't read books, I devoured them, and I wrote: stories, and essays for school. I annoyed the class swot annually by winning a prize offered for the best work in English Language and Literature. Why, apart from loving the subject? I needed the book token. Distressed by burying yet another of my beloved kittens run over on a busy road, my father bought me my first dog and set me on a path neither he nor I could have foreseen. Married, and living in Wales, I still had dogs, several, trained for obedience competition. The theatre...