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The Tree With The House In It Posted on Sun, February 09, 2014 13:27:01

I have created a PDF so that you can read the whole of Chapter Two (Noah) for free.
I hope you enjoy, and would welcome feedback


The Tree With The House In It Posted on Sun, February 09, 2014 10:11:27

Here is the trailer for “The Tree With The House In It” , part one of The Pitchford Chronicles trilogy.
The opening music is the lullaby that Louisa hears in her bedroom.


Chapter two excerpt

The Tree With The House In It Posted on Mon, January 20, 2014 22:40:05

Chapter Two
Sunday, 9th September 1832

On our first Sunday in Pitchford, the camp was quiet and drowsy, so I stole away for a walk with Cobweb by my side. It was a golden day, and the harvest sun flickered in the trees, warm and inviting. I walked down to the brook and then found my path to the big house, through the woods.
I was about to turn back to the camp, when something moved and caught my eye. In the clearing I could see that a gardener had brushed the fallen leaves into a large pile, perhaps to burn, or maybe just to make the gardens look tidier. Suddenly a force whirled at the leaves at full speed. They whisked into the air, up and up, falling carelessly to the floor. In the middle of the gust was a girl, or perhaps a young lady. With great abandon she leapt and ran at the leaves kicking them high and picking them up so that they showered her like rain. The girl laughed out loud, a laugh that was light, free and musical. Her laugh was as natural as the trees, the leaves and the sun streaming through the lime trees. Her skirts spun, billowing about. She moved with the grace and charm of a young horse, not yet ready to be tamed. The smell of freshly fallen leaves and rich soil filled the air. I sat down, hidden by the trees, spellbound.
The girl was a free spirit, a sprite or, maybe a witch. Cobweb nuzzled my hand and watched with me, I remained quiet, not daring to breathe.
The girl stood to look at what she had done, and shook her hair. It came loose and fell, long, smooth and burnished over her shoulders and down her back. In an instant, she threw her cape and bonnet to the ground. For a few seconds she disappeared, and then came back with a broom. I could hear her singing as she brushed the leaves back into a pile, adding more and more from around the clearing.
I thought she had done a very good job of the brushing, and that she would make a very good wife for a Gaje man.
Finally the work was done, and she stood for a while looking at the big pile of leaves. I thought that then she would surely leave. Then a wonderful thing happened. The girl ran to the end of the clearing, but then turned and ran back with the force of a charging bull, throwing herself on top of the mountain of leaves.
The girl lay atop the pile laughing, her arms and legs swimming in the leaves. Her hair floated around her and mingled with the Autumn sun. The leaves and her hair were a mass of liquid amber, chestnut, magenta and maple. The gold overhead played between the trees casting shadows of claret copper and wine.
I was captivated, and could not move. In the distance, I heard someone call. The girl lay for a moment, and then rose to her feet with a sigh. Once more she brushed the leaves, singing to herself, cheerfully. As she walked to the edge of the clearing, I felt a longing I had never felt before. I wanted to collect her in my arms, like she had collected the leaves. I wanted to sweep her up, and never let her go .I wanted to rein her in and tame her like a young horse, and keep her for my own. I sensed another movement and a big black and white dog bounced into the newly formed pile of leaves gleefully spreading them all over the clearing.
I heard the girl call out, “Darcy?” and the dog bounded off to after her.
I sat smiling, not able to leave, wishing, aching for her to return. My body sang with joy, my heart enchanted.

My life had begun.

I was in love.

Cast in a spell on a golden Autumn day.

I sighed, and felt tears stinging my eyes, and a pain weighing down my heart.

This could not be so.

For the girl was a lady, a Gaje.

And I am Noah Harper.

A gypsy.


The Tree With The House In It Posted on Sat, January 11, 2014 12:31:16

“The Tree With The House In It” is now available online or in the store (just ask for ISBN 9781784072704) at Waterstones in the UK.
Now it is all starting to feel real:)

Chapter One excerpt…

The Tree With The House In It Posted on Fri, January 10, 2014 10:52:01

10th July 1832

Joseph lay on an old rug near
the clearing, arms and feet tightly crossed. He looked anxious, and frowned
slightly as the last rays of sun danced between the branches of the limes. I
threw myself down next to him and the dust rose up and curled itself around me,
it had been a long dry Spring and Summer.


He sat up and sighed, and I knew
that he would have some words of admonishment for me, for sometimes I think
that he feels responsible for my supposed, and many, misdemeanours.

“Louisa, you must be quiet,
else we shall be seen.”

“We are not here to hide. I
have naught to hide, Joseph. You asked me to be here, and here I am.”

I must confess that Joseph’s
qualities are ones such as common sense and firmness, but I fear that I possess
no such merits. I have known him since the age of twelve, when he came to work
at the Hall as Papa’s Groom. It was he who had taught me how to tickle fish,
how to make a leaf whistle and stalk deer. I knew him better than I knew my own

He looked over my shoulder back
towards the Hall.

“But, Louisa, we should not
be here together, it’s not right. You know this.”

I stretched my legs out in front
of me and lay flat to recover my breath.

“Gracious alive Joseph, I thought
that you knew me by now. I do not care. Please do not vex me as I am already in
a miff!”

He smiled and lay down next to
me. I could see that I stretched out almost as long as he, which vexed me more.
I wished that I were small and dainty like Selina. We looked up at the evening
sky, still a crystalline blue.

“May I dare ask what has
provoked this ill mood my Lady? Another scolding from Selina, or is it Darcy

“I am afraid you are
correct, Joseph, Darcy is the felon. It is usually, and indeed, without a
shadow of a doubt, always and invariably Darcy, and today I am entirely ashamed
and humiliated by his behaviour.”

He laughed and turned his head
towards me.

“I swear your dog is the
worst behaved in the county of Shropshire.”

“Please may you not mock
me? I have sole command of him. I am his master, and therefore to blame for his
conduct and manners.”

“If you bring him to the
stables, I could help you correct him if you like. I shall be kind, I

“Help me? Joseph, how could
you possibly correct a dog that strolls cheerfully into the kitchen, removes a
whole roast chicken from the table, parades out in a self – satisfied manner and proceeds to devour it on
the front lawn in full view of the whole household?”

He sat up, and shook his long
raven hair with a laugh. He looked extraordinarily handsome this evening. I
bent my knees and leant forward to hide my head in my hands, and felt my cheeks
burn with embarrassment.

“Do not laugh, for Papa has
yet to find out, and I shall be in for a lecture of the usual sort, on the
subject of my lack of persistence and resolution. I wish I could change, or
that Darcy could change, but that would be impossible. You may as well ask a
cat to become a dog, or a weed to become a flower.”


The Tree With The House In It Posted on Fri, January 03, 2014 15:31:24

Hidden away, enclosed by the gentle hills of Shropshire and
the rugged peaks of Wales, rests the ancient village of Pitchford.

The village’s heart and the hearts of its dwellers
belong to the old manor house, built from mellow timber and love.

Amongst the lime trees that amble over the lawns, is
one tree that stands alone.

The Tree With The House In It.

The tree has stood resolute since the time of the
Magna Carta. It has survived damaging winds, destructive storms, droughts and

The little house smiles with memories of the joyful
laughter of generations of children, and the secret love of courting couples.

It is said that the tree harbours mystical powers,
borne from centuries of wisdom and knowledge.