Annette Hart

I'm a children's fantasy fiction author living in deepest, darkest Surrey...

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“Over Sea, Under Stone”
I love this photo I found under this title; I can feel the sea.

“Over Sea, Under Stone”

I love this photo I found under this title; I can feel the sea.

I love Amanda Loverseed’s art work for cards, paper and posters, especially her cut through fantasy buildings and maps.  (We’ve had a couple of her maps on the toilet wall to peruse!)

I love Amanda Loverseed’s art work for cards, paper and posters, especially her cut through fantasy buildings and maps.  (We’ve had a couple of her maps on the toilet wall to peruse!)

I’m the winner!  I’ve just found a creme egg left over from our Easter egg hunt still hidden in the garden.  (It was worth tidying up ready for a sunny bank holiday weekend!)

I’m the winner!  I’ve just found a creme egg left over from our Easter egg hunt still hidden in the garden.  (It was worth tidying up ready for a sunny bank holiday weekend!)

miguelalmagro:

Otra vez huyendo….

I felt a bit like this last night!

miguelalmagro:

Otra vez huyendo….

I felt a bit like this last night!

(Arthur Rackham)
Me and my family!

(Arthur Rackham)

Me and my family!

My ideal home…

I often call myself ‘witch-mother’ so, seeing a sign post to a place called “Cackle Street” in Kent, I’m wondering if I should move there!

Gollum in Boat by Nicholas Bayrachny.

Deep down here by the dark water lived old Gollum, a small slimy creature.  I don’t know where he came from, nor who or what he was.  He was a Gollum - as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes in his thin face.  He had a little boat, and he rowed about quite quietly on the lake; for lake it was, wide and deep and deadly cold.  He paddled it with large feet dangling over the side, but never a ripple did he make.  Not he.

From “The Hobbit”, J R R Tolkien.

Gollum in Boat by Nicholas Bayrachny.

Deep down here by the dark water lived old Gollum, a small slimy creature.  I don’t know where he came from, nor who or what he was.  He was a Gollum - as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes in his thin face.  He had a little boat, and he rowed about quite quietly on the lake; for lake it was, wide and deep and deadly cold.  He paddled it with large feet dangling over the side, but never a ripple did he make.  Not he.

From “The Hobbit”, J R R Tolkien.