Patricia Lennan grew up in Northamptonshire, but her mother came from North Wales, and it was there to the Isle of Anglesey (Ynys Môn), that Patricia moved thirty five years ago.
She was drawn to the mythical landscape of Wales and to Welsh history, especially to the lives of the women who have been all but forgotten by many historians.
The inspiration for Patricia’s first book, Owl at Midnight – a story of Gwenllian the lost Princess of Wales, stemmed from a discovery in the late 1970s.
In her words … ‘My mother received a letter informing her of the death of a brother, a half-brother as it turned out, who lived in Abergwyngregyn, North Wales. My parents were living in England at the time, but my mother’s family was originally from Abergwyngregyn and Llanfairfechan. We were intrigued; no one on my mother’s side of the family knew about him. Only my Nain (Welsh grandmother) it seemed would have been able to tell us the full story, but she had died in 1954.
It would take too long to tell the story here of how we discovered fragments of his life and pieced together his history, so to be brief I will just explain that Uncle Thomas Owen was living at Pen y Bryn House, Abergwyngregyn, previously known as Garth Celyn, when he passed away. This site has been identified for some time now as an original court (Llys) of the Welsh Princes.
When visiting the property later on, I was shown the room where it is thought Eleanor de Montfort gave birth to the last native Welsh princess, Gwenllian, and the tunnel which led to the sea, and other tunnels which once led to the mountains above. It was here where my story too was born.
I set out to discover more about the life of Princess Gwenllian. The few written historical documents that exist record that she was placed as a baby in Sempringham Priory, Lincolnshire, and spent her whole life there until she died at the age of 54.
I have developed my story on a framework of historical fact, especially regarding the events surrounding Gwenllian’s father, Prince Llywelyn ap Gruffydd, and his family, and I have tried to authentically depict life in a Gilbertine convent in the late thirteenth century to illustrate how Gwenllian’s life might have been.
However, this being a novel, the facts are also woven with fiction that hints at the possibility of what might have been.’