If you ever see a large rainbow-coloured shell at Kilchattan Bay, it MIGHT JUST be a BUBBLE BUCKIE! Make sure he's safe and happy in a rock pool, as you definitely DON'T want to make him grumpy!
I had a snail sanctuary in the garage as a child (as you do:) and always hoped I'd find a magic one. I soon learned that snails can climb goldfish bowls, so this is my own version of a magical snail.
Goose's welly is pinched by a strange little dog on a summery hillwalk, but as they chase after the unusual animal, they find that the woods around Windy Hill are home to more than woodland creatures ...
I have an irrational fear of marshy ground, and this story came about probably as a distraction on a walk to Windy Hill. Having heard local talk of an old man who had happily lived alone in the woods there for many decades, the two came together in this story ...
On a camping trip to Glecknabae, the girls hear the sheep all plodding home at sunset ...but there's something very unusual about this flock, as they discover when they sneak out to investigate a raucous in the nearby barn ...
Camping with a friend at Glecknabae, sunset came, and I watched as a huge flock of sheep seemed to decide it was time to go home. They all started ambling down the long path - back to their barn, I assumed, but it did make me wonder ...
This story was loosely based on one of my favourite Gaelic songs, the 'Fairy's Lament' or 'Cutting the Bracken' (Buine a' Rainaich). I wanted to place the little seelie where his story would be most fitting, and The Straad is such a quiet and spiritual place, it seemed the perfect spot for a lonely seelie song.
Moleus P. Munch loves words - but not QUITE how he should! To him, the poetry trail at Moss Wood is a never-ending feast, but as he noms his way through words, poems and signs, he starts causing trouble. Goose and Scrunch look for a way to change his mind, but it's not easy convincing a moochy mole to stop munching!
Moss Wood is my favourite place on the island - not just because of the poetry trail, and the beautiful little decorations that people have made, but the feel of the place really is quite magical. Why wouldn't there be a munching mole eating his way through the letters and causing havoc?:)
Someone is pilfering people's packed lunches as they watch birds at Ettrick Bay Bird Hide. But who's really watching who? This is a heist of the feathered kind - and Goose and Scrunch are on the case!
As a respite carer, I loved taking children to the bird hide, sneaking inside to 'check for pirates and stashing chocolate coins around the cabin. One day, watching the birds as we ate our lunch, I wondered: 'What if the birds were watching us?!'
On a trip to St. Blanes, Mimi tells the folktale of an ancient magical tree that once grew near the fairy well. But is it just folklore? The three find out when their day trip turns into an evening adventure ...
In ancient folklore, it's said that an ancient magical ash tree grew around the broch (The Devil's Cauldron) at St. Blane's Church. Legend has it that a sprig of the ash, placed under your pillow, would bring dreams of your future. In fact, the name comes from 'druim-en-tre', Gaelic for 'small ridge dwelling' which is what the broch is. Over time, it appears that both the building and the tree became known as 'The Dreamin' Tree'.