The people of Nieu Bethesda would walk past Helen’s garden and marvel at the creatures in it.
Some of the village children brought her glass bottles for her sculptures and called her ‘Miss Helen’. She always thanked them with sweets.
Others were not so friendly. They called her names and threw stones on her roof.
Miss Helen spent all her money on glass and cement. She lived on bread and black tea.
In her diary she wrote: “In my loneliness I am happy.”
