This book should resonate with so many that had a horrid childhood on one side, fun on the other, seeking escape from the nasty into the good. The swings and roundabouts of a young child with no control over their life except their imagination. It is easy, years later, to look back with humour on some grim times which could never be understood properly then. Only now, unfettered, can we laugh.
The pen name of CH. Martinne is used by the author to protect the identity of those involved in this tale. Dragged up in Lancashire until aged eleven, then moving to various parts of England and Scotland for work or love, finally settling in Kent. An animal lover, horsey, poet, writer, worker until contracting M.E. Too many stories to relay here and not yet finished.