My writer’s mind is very weird and wonderful. I’ve been struggling to define a key relationship in my book between two young and very frightened people in the midst of war and the phrase “babes in the wood” popped into my mind. Setting aside Disney and horrific modern crimes, in the original folk ballad two children are abandoned and left to die “within an unfrequented wood”. “These pretty babes, with hand in hand / went wandering up and down” until the “darksome night” closes in and “death did end their grief; / in one another’s arms they dyed”. (The final lyrical touch is robin redbreasts covering their bodies with leaves.) Somehow now, in the oddest of ways, it all falls into place. These beautiful but quite terrifying pictures are from Randolph Caldecott’s book via Wikipedia. #amwriting
Hannah Hulme Hunter
Writer of literary historical fiction set in the Great War (First World War). Revising my first book, writing the next, seeking representation. Mountaineer, gardener, traveller, off-road runner. Africa, modern history, coffee, roses, and unrealistic romance. NHS midwife in a former life.