When I retired from being a Community Midwife in Plymouth, I came to Cornwall and took to writing fiction. One of my stories gives a fictional account of my adventures with Medecins sans Frontieres (Medicine without Borders). My fox books are the result of observing the foxes in the London streets, then having to leave them behind as I returned to Cornwall. The fairy tale is in honour of my daughter, my fourth child, born after three boys.
My foxes are very happy, as am I, on this side of the River Tamar.
