Of Woe, Wonder and Whimsy

Thirteen tales as they were told to me on wild, wet and windy nights, throughout one raw winter not so very long ago. I was compelled to write them down and have duly done so loyally and without undue exaggeration towards time and place. Above all, the characters within these pages lived, and many still do, in a rapidly changing landscape. These tales blossomed in and around the once-isolated villages of Ripponden and Rishworth, of Calderdale, West Yorkshire. But on looking at them, they might well have sprung to life almost anywhere. So make of them what you will. For a tale is but a tale after all, and needn't be believed. It is up to you, the reader, to decide!