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    On Wednesday, I spent the day with my friends at Whitchurch CofE School. They were hosting their pen friends from, Welford School in Handsworth, Birmingham, after a reciprocal visit on Monday. Afetr viviting the quaint village Church, we all tramped up to the Forest School, a wonderful, overgrown wooded area, that is all laid out for the school to use as an outside classroom. We sat round the Campfire and Mrs Powell showed us how to make popcorn. It was such fun, I filmed it and speeded it up for you here.

    The sun was shining and it felt so Rural, I read Dylan Thomas’s Fern Hill to them all. I’m not sure what they made of it, but I bet they’ll come across it later in life and go, “Oh yeah!”

  • Axel Storm PictureWell, that’s the second book of Axel Storm finished. Phew! Off to the Post office with it tomorrow and away it goes to My Publishers, Orchard, in London.
    One more story to write, which I really must get down to this week. But I’m off to visit a school near Caerphilly tomorrow and on Wednesday I’m going to have a fab day with “my class” (that’s Rowan Class at Whitchurch School in Herefordshire), who are going off to visit a school in Handsworth in inner city Birmingham tomorrow. The Handsworth School are coming to Whitchurch on Wednesday and we are going to spend the day in their Forest School, having campfires and such like. Should be fascinating to see what the children that live in totally different areas make of each others lives!

  • It’s Father’s Day and my children have totally surprised me! I pretty well gave up eating chocolate after Christmas (maybe it was a reaction to too much chocolate!) I’ve replaced sweeties with fruit (and have lost quite a bit of weight too). And it appears my children have noticed this as they bought me this wonderful hamper full of fruit for Father’s Day.

    I gorged myself on cherries that, only yesterday, I thought still a bit expensive in the shop. I didn’t mind at all. I ate cherries with my morning cup of tea before I’d even got dressed. Ah! what joy – what a privilege! Thanks Kids.