Sunday 12 April 2015

AT THE SIGN OF THE HOOTING OWL

Much as I love my little Tasmanian town, there’s somewhere else I love to go. Ok, it’s an imaginary place, but if a writer can’t dwell in an imaginary place, who can?
If you loves stories, you are welcome to join me and to stay for as long as you like. And the name of the place is……………………………………



THE HOOTING OWL INN


It's a magical place where we gather to share all the enchantment, the mystery, the laughter and the goosebumps of story-telling.



If you visit us in winter, then you'll find us in the snug.


In summer we'll be storytelling in our own backyard.
And this is also where the owl hoots at night!


Next time I'll introduce you to everyone who lives here with me at the Hooting Owl Inn

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