Author: Helen Kerr

Part Sixteen – Andy: Stookey Hill’s Postie Today, meet Andy – again! This time, we see into his life a wee bit and learn more about the goings on at Stookey Hill! Andrew Keith Raymond Peter Taylor was of semi-noble descent. At least that’s what his mother had told him. It explained, she said, the…

Part Fourteen – Glorious Gloria The next part of Stookey Hill sees us circle back to pick up on Glorious Gloria, a former dancer with a nostalgic outlook! Part Fourteen – Glorious Gloria Back in the day, Gloria had been a dancer. The foxtrot and the tango were her favourites. Although she had favourites for…

Part Thirteen – Nina the New Mum After a brief holiday, I am back posting the next instalments of my serial Stookey Hill! Today, Nina, a tired new mum, decides to go out and get herself a treat from the bakery – little does she realise, however, what she might stumble on! Part Thirteen –…

Part Twelve – Leonardo’s Ill-Timed Headache Here is the next part of my series: Stookey Hill. Today we meet Leonardo who likely regrets getting a day off school! Part Twelve – Leonardo’s Ill-Timed Headache On reflection, it wasn’t the best day of the week for Leonardo to decide he was ‘ill’. But then, he hadn’t…

Part Ten – Pamela’s Place Another week, another set of instalments! Here is part ten of my series called ‘Stookey Hill’. If you missed anything, go back here! https://substack.com/@helenjaynekerr If you’re following along, we get a look at Pamela today – and a look at what she gets a look at too! Part Ten –…

Part Nine – Elena Clayton’s Floral Studio The plot thickens as we go inside the flower shop on Stookey Hill! Part Nine – Elena Clayton’s Floral Studio It was a shame for Elena. She had wanted to rent a property on the High Street, just between Debenhams and M&S. She felt that the location reflected…

Part Eight – The Drying Green Today’s instalment takes us outside to overhear a conversation. Part Eight – The Drying Green Mark’s irritation was palpable. He had driven round the block three times in the hope that he might escape the beady eyes of his mother who, no doubt, would see him if he wasn’t…