I have a friend.
Her name is Hannah Stocks.
She writes. She writes things that make the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. Things that transport you to another place. That place is normally Tasmania and normally involves tales of mugs of tea, surfing, nature and adventure.
She also takes rather nice photographs.
I wish I could write like her.
Hannah and I want to get together one weekend over lots of tea and homemade peanut butter cookies and write a kids book.
The End. (as you can see, my writing skills are not as good as Hannah’s)