Frank sprung from her father’s head, fully formed; her father, as you’d imagine, wasn’t best pleased with the mess it made. She was foisted off on an unsuspecting band of porpoises—which was a problem, given she wasn’t born knowing how to swim—and finally found safe haven on the shores of the East Coast of Florida.

Since her days in Florida, Frank has travelled extensively, held a job or two, and played at being a grown-up on several occasions. She also migrated north, finding the cold weather, and the presence of seasons in general, to be more to her liking. When not travelling, she dabbles in writing, watching the telly, and reading the works of one of Scotland’s finest poets.

Contact Frank.