Hello readers,

This is a winter story about Errol and his best friend, Herring Gull Harry, and the adventure they had with a pair of ice skates. The story is going to be told between now and the end of of Christmas with a new chapter added each day.

I hope that you enjoy this (and the festive period too!) ……

Chapter 1: In A Pickle!

One minute Errol was hopping down the street and the next – well, he’d slipped on some black ice and went flying through the air and was now lying splat surrounded by a high wall of snow. He got his breath back and sat up. He was cold and wet and his scarf lay limply around his throat making him feel even colder. From where he was sitting, the sky seemed to be a slightly different colour of white from the snow.

He stood up gingerly and tried to hop out of the snow drift but the wall of snow was too high. As he was lying half out of the snow drift with his legs still in it, he decided to slowly heave himself out of the snow drift.

He was now very, very wet and cold too so, to warm himself up again, he decided to hop as quickly as he could to Herring Gull Harry’s house and knocked on his front door.