Children's

Slugs, Snails and Puppy Dog Tales!

Some of you may remember that I published some stories, originally written as bedtime stories for my grandson, that involved the two dogs at TURN Education (Packham and India) trying to make sense of their world. Amongst the things that they encountered were moving house and starting again somewhere entirely new, the arrival of all sorts of other animals, including ducks and donkeys, and latterly trying to understand what the pandemic was all about. Sadly, these stories had to come to an end when Packham became unexpectedly ill and died within a few days, leaving us all in shock. I haven't been able to write much more (other than a Christmas story) because India no longer had anyone to talk to, until now...

A yellow world

She felt like vigorously colouring in, some energetic pressing back and forth, and filling in, not delicately shading different colours in, and proudly finished and presented – a yellow rainbow, yellow cloud …
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THE SOLITAIRE

'The Spiny Cactus'
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Poem A Boy's World (c)

A Boy’s World is a boy’s world. Time to round up friends for a game of ‘scrub’ our neighbourhood’s favourite game. Harry brought his mom’s Sears to...

Calling of the Loons

Morning’s stillness was broken by the strange, laughing call of a loon. Colin punched his granddad on the shoulder, their two-person tent getting...

Jenny Hen

Jenny is a delightful red hen that lives on Finnegan Farm with other chickens but her best friend is a little girl named Molly, Molly Finnegan. Molly...

There Is

a yawn in his voice as he sprints down 13 steps and soon the scent of bacon and eggs saturate his space. Sounds from three children above as they...

Come, children, let’s garden!

In earth that’s brown we plant our seeds from which are grown (together with weeds) the flowers we chose and the lettuce and leeks: each seedling...
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There Are Tiny People

who grow taller than mushrooms and their eyes can pierce cloudy skies even see the moon reveal its flashlight trail on an evening of lake surface...

Trailing behind (age 7?)

“I wonder how long it will be? I don’t think they feel it like me – their legs are so long, and they go on and on, they know where they’re going – I hope –
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