
I’ve been asked by a few people to offer a downloadable version of my children’s Christmas short story. The Little Christmas Tree. (The Last Pine Tree Before The North Pole). So here it is, in PDF format. I hope the little ones enjoy it.

I’ve been asked by a few people to offer a downloadable version of my children’s Christmas short story. The Little Christmas Tree. (The Last Pine Tree Before The North Pole). So here it is, in PDF format. I hope the little ones enjoy it.
I’m delighted to reveal the wonderful cover for my work in progress, Death at the Lychgate.
The cover is, as usual designed by the uber-talented Jane Dixon-Smith, who was recently honoured for her work by the Romantic Novelists Association.
The book, tells how amateur sleuth, Amy Rowlings teams up once again with Detective Sergeant Bodkin to solve a fiendishly cunning murder mystery.
The book should be available early in 2022.

First
ever video so please excuse the quality. I’ll get better with practice.

Alice
Saturday 14th December
At twelve o’clock we sat in the tea shop in town looking out of the fogged-up window as we sipped our hot drinks and nibbled at the dry cake that tasted as though it had spent a day too long under the glass counter. Stephen, bored as usual, began to draw with his finger in the condensation on the shop window. After twenty minutes I put him out of his misery and we got to our feet and made for the door, moving aside to allow a pair of elderly ladies to enter.
‘Thank you, dears,’ the first of the pensioners smiled at the children. ‘I’m ready for a cuppa, I’m parched.’
‘I wouldn’t bother with the sponge cake,’ Stephen advised. ‘You’ll be even parchder.’ He looked at me quizzically as I tried to usher him out of the café before he got us into trouble. ‘Is parchder a word?’ he asked.
Outside, the Saturday lunchtime streets were full of shoppers. Jam-packed buses trundled along the narrow town roads as the half day Saturday workers made their way home from the factories. The bustling market place echoed with the shouts of, ‘Plums, get your lovely plums, they’re big, they’re beautiful just like your… mums,’ and ‘sprouts and cabbage, fresher than your lodger, put it on a plate for him, girls, he’ll love you for it.’
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