The latest edition of the Middle Grade fantasy magazine, ‘Spellbound‘, is out now. It’s chock-full of sea monstery goodness, including my own short story ‘The Skrímsli’. Unfortunately I’m a bit short on decent sea monster photos to insert at this point (curses on the Kraken for swallowing my waterproof camera) so I’m going with a local pond-dancer instead. Butter wouldn’t melt in his little gosling mouth, but you wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of his mother…
My trusty Friday hiking friend couldn’t make it today so I’m writing not walking.
But a morning at home means more words for the word pot (it’s getting quite full now) and a chance to capture some beautiful back garden moments:
And I like this last shot too… Dad’s flown off and Junior’s looking a bit miffed about it.
There’s something decidedly Napoleonic about his demeanour, don’t you think?