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Here you can find out about me, my books, my poems... and what Ferdie/Fletcher has been up to since his last book in some pages from his diary.  I hope you enjoy the site!

​LATEST NEWS

The seventh book in my One Week of Poems series, One Week of Seaside Poems, has just been published on Amazon Kindle.  With poems including Running Side to Side, The Plunge, Pebble King and Pebble Queen and Conversations in a Rock Pool, it's perfect for a quick summer poetry fix.  The first six books in the series are available individually, or together in the One Week of Poems Omnibus (Amazon UK / Amazon US). 

The books in the series are:
One Week of Christmas Poems   (Amazon UK / Amazon US)
One Week of Dinosaur Poems   (Amazon UK / Amazon US)
One Week of Garden Poems   (Amazon UK / Amazon US)
One Week of Space Poems   (Amazon UK / Amazon US)
One Week of Football Poems   (Amazon UK / Amazon US)
 One Week of Spooky Poems   (Amazon UK / Amazon US)
One Week of Seaside Poems  (Amazon UK / Amazon US)

I'm loving working with Working Partners on Mio and the Mermaids, a chapter book series for the Japanese market.  Book 3 was published in June 2018 and Book 4 will be published in December 2018.

Sweet Dreaming, my rhyming bedtime book illustrated by Nicole Wong, will be published by Sourcebooks in autumn 2018.

My poem Mix-up at the Zoo will be in a Bloomsbury anthology due out in February 2019.

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Pebble King and Pebble Queen
Stood on their battlement of shells,
And surveyed the sandy shoreline
And the ocean's rolling swells.
"Do you think the sea is closer?"
Said the Queen to Pebble King.
"It is reaching out and roaring
Like a most alarming thing."

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If a mole, when exploring,
Appears above ground,
Do its bleary eyes blink?
Does it peer all around?
Does it gasp at the colour
And shimmering light,
Or long for its tunnels
Of permanent night?

When the sun warms its fur
Does it dream of a place
Where a mole could dance free
With the sun on its face?
Or does it retreat
With a sigh of relief,
To the cold and the damp
Of the tunnels beneath...