Raven McAllan

Having moved from Scotland to the East Coast of Yorkshire, Raven has swapped mountains, lochs and glens for windswept beaches and wide open vistas. She no longer looks out of the windows at red squirrels and deer, but birds and flowers instead. Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used still to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the oven. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)