A Little about Meadow Mouse.

Meadow was very dear to both my mother and I. My father would use Meadows character to bring the classics like Don Quixote to life so we could enjoy the stories together.

I was only six when dad passed, and sadly don’t remember many of the tales he so lovingly reconstructed for me. But Mum kept the memory alive, recounting the joy it brought him and how we’d sing Meadows song together as the tales unfolded.

So armed with that I set about writing Meadow an adventure of his own.