Tell us about a time you’ve enjoyed relaxing and reading a book – at the bach, on holiday, what was the book?
The experience that springs to mind is one holiday when I was ten – we were staying in a holiday house on a farm near the sea, on Banks Peninsula, and I started reading
The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I took the book up a hill and into the tussock, so I was surrounded and shaded by long grass. The only sounds were the bleating of sheep, the lull of the waves, and the wind in the grass. I disappeared into that book, and was totally carried away by the story, hidden all day on top of the world with a gentle sun shining. I finished the last chapter just on dusk, and walked back to the bach feeling like I was returning from another Universe.