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Storytelling in Peru and Argentina June 12th – July 7th More stories to follow but here’s my version of a Peruvian tale to whet your appetite. Nina and the Condor Nina’s father was a llama farmer who lived not far

Ho ho ho! Storytime With Old Father Christmas Ho ho ho! Well, would you believe it? All fifty performances of Storytime with Old Father Christmas at Saltram House were SOLD OUT! But don’t worry folks, if you missed it this year he’ll

So, following a four day tale telling trip to Bangkok, just back from a four day tale telling trip to Istanbul, thanks to Authors Abroad. Two days at Üsküdar American Academy and two days at Enka Schools. We were delighted

So, it’s Friday and I’m at Heathrow Airport after a lightning 4 day tale telling trip to Thailand sharing tales at St. Andrews International School Bangkok and Ascot International School, when I read about a fin whale washed up at

Mrs Mortimer lived in a tumbledown cottage halfway up a hill on the edge of Ashburton. She didn’t mind if the windows rattled or if the smoke from the fire went up her nose instead of up the chimney. She

Eddie sucked a little stone He thought it was a sweet. His brother gave it to him As a special treat. He rolled the pebble round and round On his purple tongue.* Then crunched and munched until his molars Mashed

So, there was this Belgian prince who found the young ladies of the court too pale and uninteresting. They looked as if they were made of mist and you could put your hand right through them. He wished to marry

The first day of the summer holidays was as bright and full of endless possibilities as were Oscar and George. These two bestest of friends whooped in delight as they bundled into the back of the car and played I-Spy

Written during road trip to Poland driving musical instruments for Exeter Children’s Orchestra. Long ago, before you or your grandmother were born, before Poland was Poland and before the Slavs settled by the banks of the River Vistula, there lived

Featuring Malcolm Muddlehead, the man who makes a mountain out of a molehill and who thinks the moles undermining his bungalow will eventually cause the collapse of the cul-de-sac and ultimately civilisation itself. Malcolm Muddlehead woke from a troubled sleep