The ideas often arrive in the middle of the night — insomnia has its uses. I’ve always loved drawing foxes, and I wanted a reason to draw more. Then came the spark: place them at the compass points. Let each direction have a guardian. Let the Realm grow around them.
My photography may be blurry, but my imagination is vivid. Childhood favourites like Wind in the Willows, Tales from the Riverbank, Brambly Hedge, Enid Blyton adventures and Watership Down taught me early on that animals could be heroes and landscapes could hold magic. Those stories planted the seeds of the Woodland Realm long before I ever named it.
These days my head is full of ideas — sparked by a place name, a rustle in the undergrowth, or a memory from the old paths. My phone is overflowing with notes because my memory is dreadful, but the Realm is alive and growing, one guardian at a time.