It was almost quite dark in there and she kept her arms stretched out in front of her so as not to to bump her face into the back of the wardrobe. She took a step further in – then two or three steps – always expecting to feel woodwork against the tips of her fingers. But she could not feel it. “This must be a simply enormous wardrobe!” thought Lucy, going still further in and pushing the soft folds of the coats aside to make room for her. Then she noticed there was something…

ARTISTS: TIM BUCKLEY / DUNCAN FORSYTH; QUEENSTOWN POTTERY CLUB