Last Leg

Picture the scene: A mid-Autumn afternoon, in a cosy bookshop. Brentwood, Essex. Natasha: I think we should put on a children’s lit festival. Jim: No. (weerily). Fast forward two or three weeks. Jim: Maybe we should… Papers fly around in a whirlwind of...

And So It Begins

It’s hard to believe that half a year has been and gone since we wished everyone a fond farewell. But, now we’re back with news of this year’s festival! The schedule is already pretty full, with just a few spaces, so we thought that it was about time...