Aug 13

Welcome to the Heroic Foxes of Foxwood

cropped-Sir-Foxley-Icon2.pngWelcome to my new blog, my name is Sir Foxley-Fox and the Heroic Foxes of Foxwood is a series of books all about generations of my family of foxes who have all played a leading role in great moments of British history. My first book will be published in September and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

Check back regularly for the latest book release details and an insight into my exciting life here in Foxwood.

Oct 12

Girls in a lift/elevator!

My Dad and Margaret took me back to the wonderful Panorama Hotel in Chania, Crete for 3 days. This is where Dad celebrated his 69 1/4th. birthday and what a party it was with a picture of me, Sir Foxley-Fox on the cake!

One evening, after tottering back from a good dinner at the hotel they decided to go in the panoramic lift, or elevator as you Americans would call it.

Dad stepped back to take a better photo just as the doors were shutting. Now, most lifts have an electronic eye that automatically stops the door shutting, but not this one!!

The doors closed inexorably on my poor Dad, trapping him in a vice like grip by the shoulders, just as he took the photo.

The photo below shows the caring concern of the 3 girls ————————–!!!???

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Sep 22

Hurricane Irma

How pleased I was to learn that all our friends in Ft. Myers Beach, Florida are safe with little damage to their homes.

Not the case in Naples, the Keys or the Caribbean – poor people.

It made me think about the animals that have been killed by this awesome and awful hurricane.

Shortly before hurricane Wilma, Category 4 , was about to hit, I remember walking the beach in Ft. Myers with my Dad – we met only 2 other humans and not a single bird was to be seen. It is  a little known fact that some creatures have a sixth sense about these things and the birds fly inland and the fish swim as far out to sea as they can to avoid the storm.

Can you imagine the scene in a foxes’ den? They have nowhere to go.

The parents and cubs cuddled up together as the storm starts, the roar growing with intensity every minute. At the same time the rain turns from a shower, to heavy rain, to a torrent and the first rivulet of water appears at the mouth of the den, growing in its intensity into a stream and then into a raging torrent, sweeping away everything and everyone in its unrelenting path and turning the foxes over and over again in the water until they eventually drown.

I feel so sorry for my  Floridian and Caribbean foxy cousins, who never made it and I grieve for them andvignette final 1-2 (1) for the humans who tragically died.

Sir Foxley-Fox and family

Jul 08

Book sales

Hi folks. Well our first book has now reached the giddy heights of 433 in young adults historical fiction rankings on Amazon uk. Our new book , which has only been out for 2 months stands at 2287, so thank you readers for your support.

Also, I guess I had better wish my old Dad and co-author a happy birthday today – well done, old boy!!!

Love n licks  Sir Foxley-Fox

May 27

The Sir Foxley-Fox Tales launch in Cyprus

Well, I was so disappointed not to be able to go to the launch of my new book of bedtime stories at the lovely Amphitheatre restaurant in Tala, Cyprus.

It seems to have gone well, with 55 paying guests all enjoying the wonderful food, service view 18721381_428714387508479_166246688_o18742314_428714217508496_1617021127_oand a fabulous sunset and all proceeds to St Michael’s Hospice Charity, Paphos. They made over Eu 500!

Of course they must have been very sad that I was not able to read excerpts from my book to them, but it seems that Andrew, my Dad, did OK, as he read to them all instead of me and sold 34 books  with all the royalties going to the charity.  Wow what great supporters of a great cause! Thanks a lot, Sir Foxley-Fox. x

May 06

3-2-1- launch of Sir Foxley-Fox Tales Book 1

Hi folks. I am so excited, I am doing cartwheels all round the room as my third book is now available on Amazon worldwide.

This is a book of short bedtime stories as requested by many of my readers – longer than the other books but with no new illustrations.

For those of you who wish to order in the UK there is a direct link to Amazon.co.uk on the website.

For those of you who live in Ft. Myers, Florida, the last story is all about my adventures in Florida, so you may well find a story about YOU!!! However, please note that to avoid litigation it is clearly stated at the beginning of the book that it is a work of fiction!!!

For those of you who live in Cyprus the book is being launched at a Sundowner Party at the Amphitheatre cafe on May 24th with music generously provided from Rick and  all proceeds going to the St. Michael’s Hospice.2017-05-24 Sundown Party (1)

My Dad, Andrew, has recently been elected Chairman of the St. Michael’s Hospice Charity in Paphos Cyprus and we have both agreed that ALL the worldwide royalties on this book will go to the charity, so the more books you order, the more you will be helping those in need.

If you enjoy it, please add a comment on the website, as this really helps sales.

Thank you, love n licks,

Sir Foxley-Fox

 

Apr 13

Foxtales update

Hi folks. Well, my Dad has recently been elected Chairman of the St. Michael’s Hospice Charity in Paphos and he has decided to donate all the royalties from our new book The Sir Foxley-Fox Tales to the Hospice Charity. I must say, I think this is a great idea, so the more books you buy, the more good you will be doing!!

Lady Foxley-Fox was a bit miffed as she had set her heart on a very nice antique rocking chair from Foxwood Antiques, but when I explained to her what we were doing she thought it was a much better idea than any rocking chair.

Dad’s idea set my mind thinking about the families of those poor foxes who are still being torn apart by foxhunting in  spite of the anti foxhunting law and I thought I may set up a charity called Foxfam. Do you think that is a good name? Please let me know and keep your eyes and ears open for more news about the launch in May.

Bye Bye, Sir Foxley-Fox and family.

 

Mar 24

New short story book

Hi folks, many of my readers have asked me to publish a book of short stories, so your word is my command and I will be bringing out a book of bedtime stories around May/June.

“The Sir Foxley-Fox Tales.”

Hope you will enjoy them, although some have already appeared on my website.

Bye Bye, Sir Foxley-Fox.

 

Jan 01

Happy New Year

Hi there. Just wanted to wish you all a very Happy New Year and to thank you for your GREAT support once again in 2016. Have a good one, love ‘book2-cover-2n licks, Sir Foxley-Fox

Dec 13

Sir Foxley-Fox’s Xmas story 2016

Hi folks and a happy Christmas from all of us to all of you!

Below you will find, (hopefully!) my 2016 Xmas story, which I hope you will enjoy. When Andrew’s voice recovers he will do another Xmas video of the story, so keep your eyes out on Facebook and YouTube.

Lots of love, Sir Foxley-Fox and family

Sir Foxley-Fox’s Christmas Day 2016

As night drew on in the early afternoon of Christmas Eve, sprinkles of snow fell on to the frost hardened ground in Foxwood. Initially there were flurries of light snow and then, as the clouds darkened, the snow began to fall heavily so that within an hour the tree tops were covered and where there was a gap between the trees in Foxwood, the ground already had two centimetres of snow covering the mossy bed of the wood.

Buster, the eldest cub of Sir Foxley-Fox, looked out of the window of Foxley Hall and shrieked with delight – “Look everyone, it’s snowing and the snow has already started to cover the ground. Tomorrow will be SUCH a great day!”

Immediately 3 small faces and two larger faces jostled for a view through the window and exclamations of delight resounded through Foxwood Hall.

“Dad, Dad, may we go skating on Christmas Day?” said Felicity Fox

“Dad, Dad, may we go sledging?” said Buster.

“Dad, Dad, may we go for a walk in the snow?” said Squabbler.

“Dad, Dad, may we build a GIANT snowman?” said Squealer.

“ Let’s see what the weather is like tomorrow” said Lady Foxley-Fox “ and in the meantime let us all get ready for preparing the stockings for Christmas Eve.

With a great commotion all the family set to, packing the usual things in the stockings, after which the four cubs each put a pillow case at the end of their little beds –  all that is except Buster who put out two pillowcases, explaining that, as he was the eldest he should have more than the others.

After Lady Foxley-Fox had quietened the cubs down from the fight that followed Buster’s comment, his extra pillowcase was removed for the sake of a peaceful Christmas Eve!

Outside the snow was becoming deeper and deeper and the wood was becoming quieter and quieter except for the occasional Twit-twoo from the wise old owl, who was sitting on the branch of the old oak tree, regularly shaking himself to avoid him becoming a “snow owl!”

Inside Foxley Hall, the cubs were all put to bed whilst Mum and Dad started to pack the extra pillow cases with all sorts of exciting presents and when they felt that all the children were sound asleep, Sir Foxley-Fox climbed the carved oak staircase of Foxley Hall, with four bulging sacks across his shoulders.

All went well until he entered Buster’s room

In fairness to Sir Foxley-Fox, it WAS Christmas Eve and he had been drinking rather a lot of home-made Elderberry wine, so his normally keen senses were not quite as alert as they would normally have been………………..

and so, he did not see the string that Buster had attached across his room with a view to seeing if Father Christmas Fox really existed or not!!!!

With a mighty crash, Sir Foxley-Fox fell to the floor, waking Buster, who kept his eyes tightly shut and pretended to be still asleep.

Sir Foxley-Fox shook himself and laid the pillowcase at the end of Buster’s bed, never noticing the string and Buster opened one eye very slowly and discovered that it was so dark in his room that all he could make out was a shadowy figure, with a white beard leaving the room on tiptoe – it had to be Father Christmas Fox.

On returning downstairs Lady Foxley-Fox asked him why he had found it necessary to make quite so much noise and suggested that they should go to bed and be ready for Christmas Day.

Christmas Day dawned, with a weak sun shining pink through the last remaining clouds and untouched snow as far as the eye could see, with the trunks of the trees standing out darkly against the gleaming white snow.

The four cubs rushed into their parent’s room and jumped on the bed .

“Happy Christmas, it’s time to wake up!” they all cried out together, which was followed by a frantic delving into stockings and an even more frantic delving into pillowcases.

“I’ve got some skates!” squealed Squealer.

“I’ve got a new hat and coat!” squealed Felicity

“I’ve got a Father Christmas Fox outfit!” squealed Squabbler.

“Wow” said Buster, “ I’ve got nothing. My second pillowcase was empty!”

His bottom lip quivered and he began to cry, upon which Lady Foxley-Fox put her paws around him and covering his eyes, took him to the window to look outside.

“Oh wow!!! A sledge” exclaimed a happy Buster as his tears magically disappeared.

So, with the cubs all happy with their presents a decision had to be made on how the morning would be spent.

As Buster had a new sledge it was agreed that, after church, they would all go to Foxwood Hill to try it out.

What a sight met their eyes, as it seemed that the whole of Foxwood had turned out with the same idea. The lady animals were all dressed in their new hats and coats and the children were showing off their new toys.

The foxcubs hurtled down the hill on trays and plastic bags, narrowly missing Larry Labrador on the way and Buster was so delighted with his new sledge that he allowed all the cubs to have a go!

It has to be said that some were more successful than others, but all were having a wonderful time, when the Ponsonby-Snodgrasses arrived, with their customary loud voices and brash manners.

It soon became evident that Eustace Ponsonby-Snodgrass had been given the latest Mark 3 Olympic sledge with go-faster stripes on the side, which his father was pompously bragging about.

It also soon became evident that Eustace was not the most accomplished sledge rider in Foxwood!

On his first run, he hurtled down Foxwood Hill so fast that he lost control, veered off to the right, hit a partly snow covered log and took off , gracefully at first, with his Mark 3 Olympic sledge. It was an awesome sight to see young Eustace flying through the air, but all too soon the flight was cut abruptly short and Eustace was deposited, head first, into the most enormous snowdrift, leaving only his ankles and shoes sticking out from under the snow!

“Couldn’t have happened to a more deserving chap” said Mr. Badger and Sir Foxley-Fox at the same time and both burst out laughing. Soon the laugh was taken up by others and the whole of Foxwood Hill was reverberating with the sound of laughter.

Mr. and Mrs. Ponsonby-Snodgrass were not amused. Mr. Ponsonby-Snodgrass’s first reaction was to investigate whether the Mark 3 Olympic sledge had been damaged, whilst Mrs. Ponsonby-Snodgrass tried in vain to pull her beloved Eustace out of the snowdrift.

Luckily farmer Giles had been watching from the top of the hill on his tractor, fitted with mighty Trelleborg winter tyres, and he chugged down the hill, stopped by the snowdrift, had some chains attached to Eustace’s feet and thanks to the excellent traction of the tyres, a wet, bedraggled, snow covered and rather more humble Eustace Ponsonby-Snodgrass was dragged from the snowdrift, to more laughter.

Farmer Giles was clapped by everyone, whilst the Ponsonby-Snodgrasses went back home carrying the badly dented Mark 3 Olympic sledge.

At the end of the morning, all the animals went back to their respective homes to celebrate Christmas dinner.

The Foxley-Foxes had kindly invited some of the animals to share their meal, but had decided that to invite the chickens and rabbits was far too great a temptation for six hungry foxes.

However, they all agreed that this Christmas had been the best ever!

THE ENDSir Foxley Fox Trees (1)

Nov 12

The Roman Villa

Hi there! Just back from a cruise with my Dad and Margaret and was so impressed when the tour we were on in Rome took us all round Falconius Fox’s Roman Villa and even showed us where he went water skiing on the Tiber. I am soooooooo excited to be part of that historical family.

By the way, Book 2 going well, thank you all xxx

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