The story I tell my little friends, is how a fairy flew into my window one late working night and knocked herself unconcious. I put her on my daughter’s dolls house bed and I made a tiny pot of tea. When she came too, she had a terrible fright. She is not to be seen, at any time, by any human. When she settled down she let me make a drawing of her (never a photograph). Now I make fairies in her image. She visits me sometimes and likes my work. She tells me new stories that inspire me to make new fairy folk. She tells me stories to share ..and some to keep very secret.