Primrose Street began with one short story. One short story that called for more. And characters appeared, knocking at the door and so I invited them in. They had stories to tell and soon we were interacting, discussing, crafting and shaping. The characters would wake me up at night, 2am to be exact, every night, 2 am. At 2 am I would get up and make notes about locations, events, feelings that were shared with me. Primrose Street morphed into itself, it had a story to tell.