A Whisperwood Sleep Story. I am delighted to bring you another Whisperwood Sleep Story. Get a refreshing drink, snuggle into your favourite chair and prepare to be whisked away to a parallel universe. Here gentle music and a tender tale await, where kind woodland creatures discover that the softest nest of all is woven from love, kindness and belonging. Click here to go to Whisperwood where you can hear the story and be transported into deep restorative rest.

This month I am bringing you something a little different. Since writing The Adventures of Oinkarella last year, her world has gradually grown into a place called Whisperwood — a gentle woodland where stories unfold beneath the trees, lanterns glow softly at dusk, and a cast of delightful characters await new adventures. I am currently putting the finishing touches to a new story featuring some woodland friends whom I think you will come to love. To introduce you to Whisperwood, I have...

Wheeeeeee! There it goes! The mouse soars into the air, catapulted by the delicate white cat’s paw. As it hovers in mid-air before its descent to earth, the cat’s ears prick to one side and she jumps, flipping the poor dead creature onto the mat before pouncing, grabbing it in her mouth and tossing it into the air once more. The mouse — or perhaps, looking more closely, a vole, judging by the size of it — was thankfully long dead before she began cavorting with her breakfast. Clearly no one...