Dot

'A dot is the smallest, most insignificant thing there is. And it's a full stop, so an ending. I mean, who on earth would call their child Dot?'

In a higgledy-piggledy house with turrets and tunnels towering over the sleepy welsh village of Druith, two girls play hide and seek. They don't see its grandeur, the marmite brown furniture no-one may sit on, or the secrets locked behind doors they cannot open. They see lots of brilliant places to hide.

Squeezed under her mother's bed, pulse racing with the thrill of a new hiding place Dot sees something else: a long-forgotten photograph of a man, his hair blowing in the breeze. Dot stares so long at the photograph the image begins to disintegrate before her eyes, and as the image fades it is replaced with one thought: 'I think it's definitely him.'

Dot is the story of one little girl and how her one small action changes the lives of those around her for ever.