A fabulous author

Portrayed by her best friend Anne Estelle Rice.

TO BEGIN WITH… an extract, as if we could be there …

Very early morning. The sun was not yet risen, and the whole of Crescent Bay was hidden under a white sea-mist. The big bush-covered hills at the back were smothered. You could not see where they ended and the paddocks and bungalows began. The sandy road was gone and bungalows the other side of it;  there were no white dunes covered with reddish grass beyond them; there was nothing to mark which was beath and where was the sea. A heavy dew had fallen. The grass was blue. Big drops hung on the bushes and just did not fall; the silvery, fluffy toi-toi was limp on its long stalks, and all the marigolds and the pinks in the bungalow gardens were bowed to the earth with wetness.

( At the bay, Katherine Mansfield, New Zealand, 1922 )