My attic is the place where I can escape to write. It is quiet at the top of the house, and from the skylight windows I can see hills and fields and trees and plenty of sky. It is full of books, some on shelves, others stacked high on the floor. There are piles of paper, boxes of old manuscripts, and photos, postcards, other things that help me to write whatever story I am currently working on. It is very untidy but I know where everything is! A small carved mouse (Toby’s mouse from The Children of Green Knowe) perches close to my laptop.