Spiralling down to the chamber of secrets

Can you hear the teeny bells of the feather footed folk?

Dance Camp Fairy

We went down to the meadow to tell stories of fairy folk and wonder tales of mischief and mayhem.

The impish Mike transformed me with his beautiful face painting and the fairy folk came in their droves to gaze at his artistry

Company of Liars

The lovely Tricia at the Roald Dahl Story Centre recomended this book to me and i found it very inspiring, it is about a group of mystical characters who travel together to escape from the plague, including a storyteller with a Swan's Wing instead of an arm.
He tells Hans Christian Anderson's stories about the swan brothers, and it has jolted me to add some swan stories to my collection.

Teaching Storytelling at the Roald Dahl Story Centre

Fairy Stories at Wisley

I spent a gorgeous day yesterday telling fairy stories at the magical Royal Horticultural Society.
The ancient trees and the blooking flowers whispered and sang their secrets in my ear and I repeated them in the form of a story.

The Tree House Gallery

Come along to the Treehouse gallery This friday for some beautiful storytelling and chill out in this gorgeous treehouse. It is not far from london zoo so if you are curious about the 2 new lion cubs that have just been born you can see those too.

Tree Tales and Forest Fables

Budding Hub Gallery

Fri 28th August 2009 2:30pm - 3:30pm

Award winning storyteller Sarah Mooney, is currently Storyteller in Residence at the Roald Dahl Story Centre. She lives in a magical tipi at Gypsy House and is here today to weave a spell of myth and magic around her favourite trees. For more information http://www.thetreehousegallery.org/

He is the stig

Sonny, we loved him, and so did the wasps.

No he isn't. He is Matthew. Who worked brilliantly last week to create a very funny animation about a farting witch along with, Tilly, Kitty, Edwars, Sonny,Oliver, Jake, Jamie and William.

As soon as I can work out how to upload it, I will.

And goodbye to my friend Pesto, the warmth of Gipsy House in his wagging tail.

My tent goes down and I say goodbye to this view from my front door.....