• Telling Your Story

    The joy of listening to stories

    My love of stories started when I was young, living in the bush. My mum would read aloud to us, or tell us stories, then encourage us to write and draw. Once I became a proficient reader, I would read Enid Blyton to my brothers – that was about all we had access to. Of course, it was the 70s and we didn’t have television, so it was our form of entertainment. We had a small radio that could pick up BBC radio on a good day and if we were lucky there would be serial readings of a book or play. Watership Down is one that has stayed with…