(a.) Pertaining to, or derived from, the holly (Ilex), and allied plants; as, ilicic acid.
That’s me, I’m Holly. So, sort of, Holly Days.
My mum said that when I was born I was red and prickly, which is why I was called Holly. Others choose to believe it was because my Dad liked Frankie Goes To Hollywood. It’s definitely not because I was born at Christmas, because, well, I wasn’t.
I was born in the East End of London in the sound of Bow Bells, and I grew up in and around Hampshire with a brief stint in Essex, where I lived in salt water creeks and spent my lazy days on shingle hills in the middle of the Blackwater Estuary. I spent most of my formative years in docile villages with canine companions and muddy knees.
Despite my varied and eventful life, there’s one thing I’ve always been passionate about, and that’s writing. When I was much younger, my mother got rid of our TV for a year, which encouraged me to read voraciously. I think I must have been 6 or 7 years old when she descended the stairs one morning to find me reading “Far From the Madding Crowd”. I don’t believe I understood much, but I gave it a jolly good go, nonetheless.
This blog is dedicated to writing about the things I love, and how I am trying to improve myself, with the intention of becoming an author, so that I can spend my days bringing joy and intrigue into the lives of readers everywhere!
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