Beaufort Scales, High Lord of the Cloverly dragons, is rather tired of being a High Lord, and quite fancies a quiet retirement in front of a warm fire, with the odd rabbit for tea.
Then came the barbecues.
And the bauble market, because if one has barbecues one needs money to buy gas bottles.
And then the Toot Hansell Women's Institute, some most wonderful cake, and some very new friendships.
Beaufort Scales is crashing into the modern world, ready or not (the world, that is. He's very ready, and very, very interested...)
A Toot Hansell short story collection, starting where it all began — with one very shiny barbecue ...
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