The Letters...

Dear Ms Nixie, It is with much excitement that I learnt of your existence and I feel it would only have been frightfully amiss of me not to write you. That you have created a porthole to the world of history is beyond the hungry clock going back for empty seconds and into a realm of new truth, honour and justice for my fellow sisters. This is not, although rightly so for the sake of myself alone, but, even greater is the need for my story to be shared for the rightful empowerment of all women. You might know me by my husband more than you know me well….by me., the wife of a great botanist, Mr Joseph Banks. I am Dorethea Hugessen and through luck and luck alone, I’m afraid, as it was back in the day of my lifetime, did I   land myself in the role of heiress to a considerable fortune. My husband too was lucky in such regard and our combined wealth became the talk of the town. Such frivolous gossip was nothing to my aching heart and longing to be loved and respected in equal foot...

Dear Ms N. Imure, As you might very well be aware I am the most assiduous of advisors and acutely occupied in social circles of all the right hobnobbing and mingling fraternizers. Why there’s rarely a Saturday night where I’m not catching up with the Targaryen’s for tea or Tim Wonnacott for a hunt round the town….very busy, very busy my dear. It’s not often then that I should come by even a moments breath to pen a second reply to any of my adoring epistorlarians. In your case I should think an exception might definitely become the new rule. How was it that you got on with Mr Merlin then? Please write me, wherever you are oh lovely excursionist of time. Yours Truly, Nixie. Dear Ms Nixie, It is most definitely serendipity that you should write this here wayfarer and former (unofficial) advisor to the great Merlin. You see I happened to be walking across a beautiful Welsh field, lush and lavishly covered in the spoils of spring and all of it asking questions of the Wy...