Dear Lucy,
I went for a walk the other day and gravitated – as I so often do – to ‘your’ bench. I sat down and looked out across the bay where you grew up. I could see you, your sister Ruth and brother Richard as small children, chasing one another across the sand into the glittering tide.
Of my three children you, in the middle, were the feisty, strong-minded one. You were my little performer – school plays, then the West Glamorgan Youth Theatre. When you announced you wanted to do a drama degree at Leeds University, we weren’t a bit surprised.
I admit there were times, after another audition, another rejection, I wished you’d opted for a different career. But you, Lucy, always knew what you wanted. Nothing…
