Kevan Manwaring books

Oxfordshire Folktales (2012)

Holding it, he felt like a Big Chief – although in fact, he was only six. He ran through the leafy grounds of Sulgrave Manor, his family home, hollering Apache-style and scaring the bejeezus out of squirrels. This was his tribal territory, and he was master of it – a fearsome scout. Nothing moved...