
My place to write has much improved since my husband has finally put up some pictures for me. Since it was the first room we decorated in the house back in 2015, he has been reluctant to make holes in the pristine walls!
I am now surrounded by family photographs above my desk and items on my desk make me happy:
A paperweight from a dear friend
An Abolone shell and a tiny map from the island of Alderney; the birthplace of my Great Grandmother and the inspiration for my first steps into writing novels.
An oil painting which my parents had on their lounge wall.
Old prints of a Guernsey girl and Cornet Street Guernsey; the birth place of my Great Grandfather.
Everything, in fact, which is connected to happy memories, places and people that I love.

What has this improvement has done to my psyche?
I feel that I have truly arrived at home.

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