I have three special places, depending on who is to the forefront.

The first is my grandma's garden. This is a totally real place, and one which holds lots of memories. I can access it as a child or as an adult, and in times of great stress it is my refuge.

The second is partly imaginary, partly an amalgamation of real places; it is a beach, and is useful when I am a little agitated or want to reach a point of stillness.

The third is totally imaginary and the place I feel least secure about describing. It is a place which nurtures my inner child, a safe room with objects to support and protect me when I feel threatened or in a state of childlike fear. It is hard to reach at times but when I do reach it time and space disappear.