I'm Claire, and I live in Lincolnshire. I built Beedilly Lane in the quiet corners of my life — early mornings, weekends, the hours between everything else.
I understand why you're here, because I've been there too. The tiredness that isn't quite exhaustion. The feeling that somewhere along the way you stopped doing the things that were just for you. The quiet need for somewhere to escape to that asks nothing of you in return.
I've always been drawn to small, slow, overlooked things. Old stories, quiet places, the kind of detail that most people walk past without noticing.
That's why I built Beedilly Lane.
About Beedilly Lane
Beedilly Lane began with a nickname.
When my daughter Beatrice was small, I called her Beedilly. The name stuck in my heart long after she'd grown out of it — and when I needed a name for a small fictional world I was quietly building, it was the only one that felt right.
The rabbits came from a moment of noticing. I came across some illustrations that stopped me mid-scroll — curious, a little old-fashioned, quietly going about their lives. I couldn't stop thinking about who they might be, what their shops might sell, what had brought them to the lane.
So I gave them names. Then backstories. Then shops, and shelves, and stories.
I wrote eight books before I showed anyone. Partly because I wasn't sure the world was ready for rabbits. Mostly because I wasn't sure I was ready to share something I loved this much.
Beedilly Lane is for women who are a little tired and a little lost and just need somewhere quiet to just be for a while.
The lane is always there.
The light is always on.
Come and have a look around.