I'm old enough to know better, but I'm obsessed with building websites. I'm 60-something, married, with one husband, one daughter, a hen and two cats. We live in a hamlet in west Wales, near the coast. "Ysgrifen" (us-griv-en) is the Welsh word for "writing".

This site was originally named Cantre'r Gwaelod, which is the legendary drowned city, or town, that is supposed to be located somewhere in what is now Cardigan Bay. As the legend has it, Cantre'r Gwaelod was a godless place, where the people would rather party all sunday instead of going to church. The city was out in the middle of the sea and was protected by walls and a series of sluice gates. One sunday, after a particularly rowdy party, the man whose job it was to look after the sluice gates, had over-imbibed on the local ale. He fell asleep, and the sea rushed in, and drowned everyone. Lovely.

In reality, Cantre'e Gwaelod, which means "bottom hundreds", was a series of small settlements, or hundreds, in the bronze age, probably much earlier. The land made up what is now under the sea. Over the centuries, after global warming and the melting of the polar ice caps, the sea rose and Cantre'r Gwaelod was flooded. Today, you can still see the stumps of a petrified forest, on the beach at Ynys-Las. After a fierce storm in 2014, more of the forest was revealed, including planks of wood from walkways, which bore the footprints of very ancient people. To me, Cantre'e Gwaelod is a magical place and it is the inspiration behind much of my writings.

The picture of the WWI family is from my own collection. The leaves background is from Toptal.