“In that moment, and perhaps for much longer, it seemed to me that the possibility of believing in fairies was more important… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“...the more I felt that perhaps believing in fairies was more important than seeing them. In seeing, there is often question and… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“I moved silently across the garden, silvered with moonlight, my feet barely touching the ground. I brushed past fern and tree, following… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“It was on the warmest days when I saw them most clearly, days when the sun dawdled high in the sky, tinting… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“That was when I saw the first flash of emerald, then another of blue, then yellow, glimpsed out of the corner of… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“They appeared to me like a thin veil of mist, translucent, almost- not quite there. But for all their misty peculiarity, they… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“That night, I fell into a deep, travel-weary sleep, lulled by the familiar sound of the waterfall beyond the window. I dreamed… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“With the rumble of the waterfall in the distance, I slipped into sleep and dreamed of a red-haired girl holding a posy… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“I know that the best time to see them is in that perfect hour before sunset when the sun sinks low on… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“She woke to the sound of the sea, the sound of home. A cool breeze floated through the open window, carrying a… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“It was on the warmest days when I saw them most clearly, days when the sun dawdled high in the sky, tinting everything with… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“They appeared to me like a thin veil of mist, translucent, almost- not quite there. But for all their misty peculiarity, they were as… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“That night, I fell into a deep, travel-weary sleep, lulled by the familiar sound of the waterfall beyond the window. I dreamed of the… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“If something’s worth doing, then it’s worth doing properly, even if it is only offering a biscuit with a cup of tea.” — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“Her father had once told her that water has a memory; that every rock, every stone, every grain of muddy sediment leaves something of… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“She'd always imagined an autumn wedding: russet leaves and black velvets and dancing to Fred Astaire.” — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“Never leave yourself open to regret Grace. We can only make a decision when we know the choices we are faced with. If we… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“I moved silently across the garden, silvered with moonlight, my feet barely touching the ground. I brushed past fern and tree, following the lights… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“Yorkshire's autumn was as great a gift as Yorkshire's summer. I loved watching the rusting of the leaves while the dales mellowed to shades… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
Now you look here. All your father ever dreamed of for you was to do something you loved in life. He didn't care about… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“There is more to every photograph than what we see-more to the story than the one the camera captures on the plate. You have… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
