About Me
Hello, I’m Helen Lipscombe and I’m an author.
This is a bit like saying, Hello, I’m Helen, I’m the Olympic pole-vaulting champion; or Hello, I’m Helen, I’m The Queen . . . Queen Helen; it’s that brilliant.
I was born in South Wales, in a little valley cwtched between the mountains and the sea. When it was sunny, my sister and I played in the fields, and the other 360 days of the year, we read and drew and dressed up in jumble-sale hats and made up lots of stories. About once a week, I’d run away. Not because I was unhappy, but because I wanted to see the world we’d been imagining. (I never got very far. Two minutes into my adventure I’d eat the Welsh cake I’d brought for the journey, and two minutes later I’d be hungry again and run home).
When I grew up, I got a little further – to the other side of the world in fact – and had all the adventures I’d yearned for when I was little. But the pull of family (and Welsh cakes) always brought me home. I still love reading and drawing and dressing-up but most of all I love writing stories. I hope you enjoy reading them.
Some of my
favourite words
Cwtch: Welsh for cuddle or a cosy nook.
Serendipity: when something wonderful happens by chance. I wouldn’t be a writer without it.
Discombobulation: to be in a state of confusion. (A word I learnt from my Nana and use as often as possible).
Lurcher: Romany for thief. (They steal your heart).
Toast: the taste of home.
Parapluie: – French for umbrella. (It’s unwise to cross the Severn Bridge without one).
Puffling: a baby puffin.
Glissade: a classical ballet term meaning glide
Frangipani: a small tree found in the Caribbean – hardy, beautiful and fragrant.