The Mystery of the Mind-tricking Labyrinth , The Mystery of the Blazing Pheonix, The Mystery of the Underground Mine . . .
"What's this?" I hear you ask! "More Adventure Island books coming out so soon? These sound brilliant! When will they be in the shops?"
I only wish I HAD created these amazing stories, but I have to confess they're not mine. They are all the work of the incredibly talented, hard-working and generally awesome Year Six pupils at Holywell Primary School near St. Ives.
Monday, 30 January 2012
Why I Love Being a Writer (Part 1)
St Mary's values obviously stick!
Monday, 23 January 2012
Winter of Discontent?
Last week our village was hit by a series of power cuts. Each evening the lights would go out for a short while. The duration of the outages increased little by little until by Thursday we were in darkness for several hours.
Bliss!
I've always loved power cuts. I love sitting by the fire reading by candlelight, boiling pans of water for tea and toasting anything remotely toastable over the flames. I love carrying a candle to light my way up the stairs, shielding the guttering flame like a character in a Victorian novel (why, oh why, don't I have a long white nightgown to change into on these occasions?) In our house, there's always a groan of disappointment when all the gadgets beep back into life and the lights flicker on to dazzle our dark-adapted eyes.
Bliss!
I've always loved power cuts. I love sitting by the fire reading by candlelight, boiling pans of water for tea and toasting anything remotely toastable over the flames. I love carrying a candle to light my way up the stairs, shielding the guttering flame like a character in a Victorian novel (why, oh why, don't I have a long white nightgown to change into on these occasions?) In our house, there's always a groan of disappointment when all the gadgets beep back into life and the lights flicker on to dazzle our dark-adapted eyes.
Sunday, 22 January 2012
The Stuff of Legend

Don't these just sound like enchanted objects straight from the pages of a Greek myth or a fairy tale?
Surely, anyone wearing a garment crafted from such rare and exotic silk must be granted three wishes or eternal youth or invisibility or something?
I had to stop making the breakfast to listen to the whole story on Radio Four's Today programme last week . . .
I can't wait to go see these magical garments when they go on display at the Victoria and Albert museum from 25th January.

Once upon a time, in the highlands of Madagascar, lived a princess whose heart's desire was a shawl spun from pure gold . . .
Rumpeltstiltskin, eat your heart out!
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