I write. I illustrate, sometimes I do artwork. Mostly though, a lot of pondering.
I admire story tellers very much and understand that It's a craft that can raise magic. Or is it the other way around?- There is magic around us and a story teller can try to capture a whisper of its essence, in a net of carefully chosen words. What do you think?
In 1939 three children were evacuated to this country village in the south west of England. One disappeared and was never found again..
In the summer of 1976 a schoolboy found a dilapidated diary hidden in an overgrown garden.The time has finally come to discover the dark side of a village called Abbeyton Lacey.