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Stories are wonderful things. They come to me with the spontaneity and sparkle of dreams.

Tales of Peter the Hedgehog – Trouble is His Middle Name

Being well known to certain people in Amersham, it was not thought unusual when Peter took a coach ride to the Zoo in London. He was very good during the ride, and didn’t feel sick, or lean out of the window to shout rudely at dogs....More

Tales of Peter the Hedgehog – Peter And Misty Mouse

When the summer holidays finished, and Peter saw all the children going back to school, it gave him an idea. He was standing under the horse chestnut trees that hang over School Lane, at the time, and he began to walk up and down talking to himself....More

Tales of Peter the Hedgehog – Peter Goes To Church

Late one night Peter felt like a walk, and wandered down to the High Street to look at the shops. He had only just arrived when it began to rain. The Memorial Gardens were near, so he went into the little summer house there, as he called it, to have a think!But it was draughty, the cars made a n...More

Tales of Peter the Hedgehog – Hedgehog Thoughts

The other morning I put on my Wellington boots and went into the garden to do some digging. Just as I was finding my spade, I heard a loud snoring sound. I didn’t have to wonder who it was, I knew only too well. It was Peter Hedgehog still asleep....More

Tales of Peter the Hedgehog – Peter Meets Sleepy

These are a series of story I wrote for a mother and child magazine. They centre around a character Peter, a hedgehog....More

The Rock Beast

The aborigine, I cannot pronounce his name, led me across the land. It was a journey away from the white man’s life. And I carried nothing of the city, of electricity, cars, or money with me, not even a camera.It took days, during which we lived off the land and I began to feel a living connec...More

The Shepherd’s Flute

One night when the skies were clear, letting the cold stars frost the ground, an old shepherd sat alone on the side of a great mountain. The cold of approaching winter reminded him only of his age, and sadness crept into his heart as he wondered of what value his life had been. “All my life I hav...More

Day’s End

Miguel Jesus Rodriguez slowed his pace and stopped walking just where an unpaved lane ran uphill from Anche de San Juan. He was carrying the folding wooden framework on which he hung the necklaces, crosses and bangles he tried to sell each day on the pavement of the Jardine in San Miguel de Allende...More

The Sacred Shrine

The day is carved into my life as a lightning flash might, that unexpectedly in the night, stabs fire into a nearby tree. The eyes see it, and the heart feels it. Just so, that day has left a wound of wonder in me, and images that are as bright to me as the light that cleaves the sky.I am a man ...More

The Light In My House

In my heart there has always been a place I have kept ready for the Lord to live in. Then unexpectedly, just yesterday, he came saying he would now like to live in the room I have kept waiting. That the one I love so much has come to live in my house has dazed me. With tears in my eyes I have run t...More

Fear In Penrhos Forest

Something urged me out of my den long after the sun had set. I went cautiously, sniffing the air. The frost was in my nose, and the mist. I started south on a track padded along many times. Few creatures were about, but I was wary. Age makes you more cautious. But I wasn’t hunting, because my bell...More

Tess and the Lake

I know a man whose name is Nigel. He is married to a woman called Tess.Now Nigel and Tess live in a place just East of Doncaster in Melbourne. Most of you know Nigel and Tess, this is because they are similar to so many likeable people. Most of you get on well with them, especially Tess; she is...More

The Ring

Many families have an heirloom that is passed on each generation. Or perhaps it’s a story about an ancestor that is told to ones children. In my case it was the ring that was passed on, I being the only son. Strangely there is no story about the origin of the ring, but there is a very definite du...More

The Labours of Hero Cules

Cules had managed to walk from Wimpole Street to Baker Street without being accosted by the many possibilities on the way. This was no mean feat as he had only just discovered a few truths about himself that rather put a new perspective on things. One of these being that he was a bubble on the water...More

Long Odyssey

This is important! I must write it down while I can still remember. If I don’t, I may forget and lose it forever.I can hardly believe this! How is it possible that I could have lived most of my life without knowing who I am? It is so out of the ordinary that I am wondering if I am suffering s...More

When Ma and Pa Died

When you chil’n get quiet enough I’ll tell you how my Ma and Pa died. I ain’t never tol you this one before so you better listen out real good.See, way back then my Ma and Pa – that’s your grandparents – were real fine. They were big folks. Why, jus for brekfas, between them they wou...More

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