The Man Who Makes The Clouds Free Until Wednesday 10 June.


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The Man Who Makes The Clouds, a children’s story by Danny Kept swept me away. Like daydreaming towards the clouds. A touching tale that is beautifully told. The author makes this a fun, educational read for a young person and does so with heart and great imagination.

This feels like a realistic fairy-tale that is both fictional and reality based at the same time. It’s a sweet story that brought a smile to my face.

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The three of them were sworn to secrecy by Jacobi, never telling a soul why it was that the cloud disappeared that afternoon leaving the Sun to blaze down on the farm making the grass spring up to attention, like soldiers standing in a line. For five solid days, it shone away allowing the pigs to get fatter, the lambs to grow stronger, the cows to give more milk and the chickens to lay an egg after an egg after an egg. Then it rained steadily overnight whilst the animals, mum, dad, Teddy and Tilly slept in their comfy beds all snuggled and warm.



About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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