Fagus the Badger

They say there is always a book inside you and this is mine.

I started it back in 1982 when my son was a baby.

First notes and a lot of research, then words to paper (all in long hand), scribbled out and rewritten.

Then we moved up North and a computer came into the family. It was then saved onto floppy disc, spurred on by my family I completed it.

Two very good friends of mine helped me turn it into what it is today. Proof read and tweaked. And there it has sat a printed manuscript. My son has urged me to get it finished and published.

Well Coronavirus and the subsequent lock own has given me the opportunity to sit down and transcribe it onto a memory stick.

Please watch this space.....