I’ve just done a short video-review of this picture book:
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The Stream, picture no 11

‘The Stream’, picture 11. ‘Her silver lifeblood escapes unstaunched, a dolorous wound. She wrinkles her brow in pain.’
From my new picture book.
The Stream, picture no 10

‘The Stream’, picture 10. ‘The lake sinks into herself, dragging the horizon round her like a damp shawl.’
From my new picture book.
The Stream, picture no 9

‘The Stream’, picture 9. ‘The sky was interrogating an old lake, the stream’s mother. “Where are you hiding her?” he demanded. But the lake, who had lost all her diamonds, only sighed.’
From my new picture book.
The Stream, picture no 8

‘She was carrying silver brilliants and gold leaf, stolen from the sky.’ From my new picture book.
Dr Hairy’s Podcast No 5

Dr Hairy’s Podcast can be found at http://drhairy.org/index.php/dr-hairys-research-podcasts; or on Podbean at https://drhairysresearchpodcasts.podbean.com/; or if you’ve got a podcast app on your mobile phone, just search for Dr Hairy’s Podcast.
Dr David Hindmarsh and Julian Le Saux discuss articles from the BMJ and the BJGP, and wider-ranging issues to do with healthcare. Subjects covered this time:
- Crisis in the Supply of Medicines, BMJ l5841
- Coronavirus: home testing pilot launched in London to cut hospital visits and ambulance use, BMJ m621
- The potential of placing a digital assistant in patients’ homes, BJGP 20X707273
- Personalised and risk based cancer screening, BMJ l5558
The Stream, picture no 6

‘The Stream’, picture 6. ‘But the north wind fled to the sea. The queen kept waiting and waiting, until eventually her heart turned to mud.’
From my new picture book.
The Stream, picture no 5

‘The stream’s mother, an ancient brown queen, summoned the north wind. “Bring her back to me,” she whispered.’
From my new picture book.
The Stream, picture no 4

‘The Stream’, picture 4. ‘A little stream escaped weeping, her skin broken and bruised by hazel and birch sticks.’ From my new picture book.
The Stream, picture 3

‘”Oh stream,” said the sky, “will you keep my image in your heart?” But the little stream ran giggling into the bushes.’
From my new picture book.