stories
Deep in the mossy heart of Victorian England, a young fairy named Fleabane lives in a secret woodland fairy village, where wings define your worth - but she can't fly. When a dark plot threatens her world, Fleabane must uncover her hidden strength, her true past, and the magic that lives inside her.
A Tale told by the eccentric and whimsical Honeysuckle Harebell (a fairy aficionado from Edwardian times), it is a timeless tale of friendship, courage, and finding your place in a world that doesn't always see you.
Perfect for readers aged 7 to adult- especially those who believe in fairies, wildflowers and the power of quiet bravery.
'A groundling Fairy. A secret past. A Village in danger.
Sometimes the smallest amongst us have the greatest magic.
If you'd like more stories then make yourself a nice cup of tea,
settle in your favourite chair and read on...
Honeysuckle Harebells' Blog
In the quaint hedgerow-shadowed lanes of a sleepy British village in 1908, something curious is stirring. Through a series of witty, heartfelt, and increasingly peculiar letters, the enigmatic Miss Honeysuckle Harebell—gardener, artist, occasional gossip, and gloriously unconventional soul—writes to her friend. At first, it’s all village fêtes, jam competitions, and minor scandals… but soon, a deeper story begins to unfurl.
Who is Honeysuckle, really? Where is the Vicar’s Cat ? And what is this urgent fight to keep magic—real magic—alive in the world?
Each letter pulls back the curtain on an eccentric life, a community full of secrets, and the battle for wonder and reason in a world rapidly forgetting both.
Step softly, dear reader, and mind the hem of your petticoat—this is the behind-the-scenes parlour of Fleabane, where candlelight flickers over ink-stained letters, pressed petals, and peculiar findings from the hedgerow.
Here, amidst forgotten footnotes and fluttering moth wings, you’ll discover the curious odds and eldritch ends that shaped the tale: scraps from the scullery, whispers from the woodland, and glimpses of things not quite of this world.
Part scrapbook, part cabinet of curiosities, this blog is a quiet companion for those who wish to peer through the keyhole into the shadowy, sylvan heart of a Victorian fairy story.