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

Sep 21

Book 2 now available on

I am delighted to report that Book 2 in the Heroic Foxes of Foxwoods series has now been released on, First Officer Fox and the Battle of Trafalger is available at just £4.99 by following this link

Don’t forget Book 1 is still available, just click on the links below:-

Book 1 – General Falconius Fox and the Roman Invasion of Britain

Book 2 – First Officer Fox and the Battle of Trafalger

Sep 21

Book 2 on the launch pad

book2-cover-2Hi there, I am getting soooo excited as Book 2 , First Officer Fox and the Battle of Trafalgar has been proofed and will very soon be available on Amazon worldwide. Keep your eyes on the website for launch info. YIPPEE!

Sir Foxley-Fox

Sep 13

Bad News- Good News

Hi there folks, it’s me again, your favourite fox. I am afraid that the publishing deal did not work out, mainly because my Dad, quite rightly, in my opinion, would not agree to the publisher taking the copyright. Can you imagine it, the copyright of a splendid creature like ME, being handed over – no Sir!

So, we are going to publish on Amazon worldwide again and I shall be in touch regarding the publishing date – it won’t be long!

Thanks for all your support, Sir Foxley-Fox

Sep 09

Book 1 new review

Mr and Mrs Fox were relaxing after a tasty and fulfilling meal, when a lightning storm brought their four young cubs hurtling into the room.

With them now unable to play outside, Mrs Fox persuades Mr Fox to tell the youngsters one of his thrilling stories. Settling the cubs down, Mr. Fox tells them the story of ‘General Falconius Fox’, the first fox to make a name for himself.

As the young cubs listen in awe, Mr Fox tells them the exciting tale of how Falconius Fox became a general in Julius Caesar’s Roman army, by helping to stop all the foxes in Rome, from eating the chickens, and save the Romans from starving to death.

This is the first book in a series of stories aimed at kids from 8-108! Each book tells the story of a famous Fox relative, and incorporates factual events in history, amidst a fun and exciting story, that is supported by beautiful illustrations, drawn by the award-winning illustrator, Dan Ungureanu.

The book is narrated directly to the audience by Sir Foxley-Fox and gets the children (or adults), actively involved in the plot.


Historically factual story books are a fun and exciting way of engaging children in history and “The Heroic Foxes of Foxwood” is no exception to that rule. Andrew Lauder, or should I say Sir Foxley-Fox, has written the book in such an inventive and amusing way, that children will take on board the factual information from Roman times, without becoming overwhelmed by an overload of input.

The book has everything a child could want to keep them entertained, fantastic characters, a full and exciting plot with plenty of dramatic moments and a little bit of gore here and there.

It has been written with the UK school’s history curriculum in mind, and I feel that it would work perfectly with any Roman History lessons that the teachers have in mind, whether to be used as story-time, for the kids to read themselves, or as a tool for something more explorative, such as a drama lesson.

At the back of the book is a quiz all about the story, which will help the kids with their reading comprehension, alongside a list of facts about Roman times.

A wonderful book that will subtly teach, whilst still telling a captivating and impeccable story.

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Jul 31

water skiing

Hi, it’s Sir Foxley-Fox here edward waterskiingagain!

Talking of water skiing, as I was yesterday, here is a nice photo of my Dad’s grandson, aged 5 on his first water ski.

Glad to see he is carrying on the fine family tradition!

One day we may get to see my Dad, Bruce and Edward ( and of course myself!) all skiing together as a foursome – now that would be something.

Jul 30

In the footsteps of Falconius Fox

vignette final 11Hi there folks. I had some great news yesterday. My Dad is taking his wife Margaret on a Mediterranean cruise starting in Venice and ending in Rome and he is taking me with them!!!

I am so excited.

Whist my Dad is negotiating with a potential publisher in Rome, I will be able to follow in the footsteps of my relative Falconius Fox – how great is that!

I may even go water skiing on the River Tiber, but I guess my Dad will take me on a speed boat as there are not too many galley slaves left in Rome nowadays!

I must get my dashing swimming shorts out!!

‘Bye for now, Sir Foxley-Fox x

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