As well as full-length novels and non-fiction publications, I also write short stories. Please feel free to download the stories below for free. Then come back to this page for further stories as they appear from time to time.
When Mr Churchill’s call for all and any boats available to go over to Dunkirk, Dad didn't
even ask Mum if she minded, he jumped on his bike and rode the two miles from
Thorrington down to the harbour at Brightlingsea and made ready the Red Rose, his
little fishing boat . . .
It was my twelfth birthday when my Aunt Elizabeth gave me my first camera. It was a beautiful Brownie Flash Six-20,
and she even included two rolls of colour film, yes colour, that would enable me to get the best butterfly pictures. A
brilliant camera with it’s own flashgun attachment. It was June 1942 . . .