A calm bedtime story to help settle a wound-up nervous system, set at first light on a flat rock at the western end of the beach. Prince Freddie goes back to sit with the old fisherman, this time on purpose. There is a rod in the water, a thermos, a gannet working the waves, and a second cup handed across without ceremony when Mateo rows in around the headland. Almost nothing is said. A fish is caught, admired and let go. A slow, quiet story about the kind of company that asks nothing of you, and about arrangements that hold together without ever being explained.

Prince Freddie is a small dog in a flat gold crown who lives in a sleepy village on the Spanish coast, where the days are warm, the sea is always close, and nothing is ever in a hurry. These are unhurried sleep stories, written to quiet an anxious mind and soften the end of the day ...