Have you ever wondered what your dear old cat gets up to when you are tucked up in bed? Snoozing by the fire, or off on an adventure? Alone, or with a small magical companion, invisible to everyone but the cat? I grew up in East Sussex, where tales of magical creatures (known as Hobs) abounded in the old days, and I wanted to write about them and about my memories of a very happy childhood spent in what was then a village high on the Downs; memories of charcoal burners, torchlit carnivals, tales of smugglers, of magical doings on midsummer eve. That’s how The Hob and Miss Minkin came to be written. It’s now an ebook, available on Kindle and other sites.