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OLIVER STRANGE & THE GHOSTS OF MADAGASCAR

OLIVER STRANGE & THE GHOSTS OF MADAGASCAR

A modern day pirate story set in Madagascar with high action…  clues found in notebooks, strange maps, a bizarre laboratory, a girl held captive and heavily-armed gangs controlled by men intent on squeezing the life out of the land. When Oliver accompanies his father to live in a tree-house in Madagascar to research the endangered Golden Mantella frogs, he finds there are more than frogs, lemurs, leeches and giant boas lurking deep in the forests. The dark secrets of Madagascar go back to pirate days. A story that slowly unfolds into breathless drama as Oliver and his friend, Zinzi, try to rescue...
OLIVER STRANGE & THE JOURNEY TO THE SWAMPS

OLIVER STRANGE & THE JOURNEY TO THE SWAMPS

Oliver’s father disappears while collecting frog data in the Okavango Swamps and Oliver travels from London to find him. Things go from bad to worse when he meets a girl who keeps a pet python and then lands up in the wild amongst crooks with a very sinister goal. He soon discovers maps and a Swiss Army knife are not enough when faced with crocodiles, hippos, lions and dynamite-brandishing crooks who are intent on collecting toxin from the most poisonous frog of them all… the Golden Dart frog found only in Colombia. ‘It’s not called Phyllobates terriblilis for nothing! It...
THE MAGIC BOJABI TREE  (ages 4-7)

THE MAGIC BOJABI TREE (ages 4-7)

THE MAGIC BOJABI TREE is a story straight from the heart of Africa. There are as many versions of it as there are storytellers and the magical tree has had many names. It’s a story for children who enjoy nonsense names and nonsense rhymes. The repetitive element helps the concept of story being a journey. A group of wild animals in a drought-stricken land come across a beautiful tree laden with fruit. But a HUGE python is coiled around the tree and won’t budge until the animals tell him the name of the tree. To find the answer the animals...
Do you draw?

Do you draw?

  The best gift I ever received as a child was a box of Faber Castell coloured pencil crayons from my father. It was a tin box and if you pressed the back corners the lid popped open to reveal a layer of crinkly tissue paper and 24 crayons each sharpened to perfection, laid out in a rainbow that gave me my first introduction to names like rose madder, cadmium yellow, burnt ochre, raw umber and burnt sienna… the last two long before I’d ever heard of the colours of Italian earth. They all had numbers and were faceted with...

Abundant Words

I’m contemplating the patterns under my feet on an Nguni skin next to my bed, thinking about the Gerard Manley Hopkins poem:Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings …I love the words: dappled, brindled, stippled, studded, mottled, spattered, freckled and I wonder what Hopkins would have made of this pattern. I own five Nguni. In Zulu terms if they were flesh and blood, this would make me a very wealthy woman. Each Nguni is differently and distinctly patterned. I...