Imagine driving through the countryside and the fields are no longer filled with livestock, tractors no longer roaring up and down, and farm buildings demolished to make way for never-ending housing estates and supermarkets and retail parks.

It was in 2010 when I published my first book, and even now, fifteen years on, it’s still my favourite. Discovery at Rosehill was written after I’d spent the previous few years building up my blog known as Crystal Jigsaw and would quite often write about the spooky goings on in the farmhouse where I lived.

One of my fondest memories of being a little girl, amongst so many, was my dad’s return from a weekend away walking up Mount Snowdon.