I was born in a house filled with books. After the war, my grandfather began selling second-hand books from a single suitcase. Before long, it grew into a brick-and-mortar shop. By the time I arrived, my mother had moved the business to the countryside, to an old warehouse we called home. Beside thousands of books, I shared my life with six cats who napped in my cot, a family of mice that tiptoed through the attic, and of course plenty of bookworms. So I learned to speak and understand their language as naturally as my own.
Here I am now, welcoming you at the Whispering Oak – where every creature has a story and every leaf whispers their tales on the wind. Here, all living beings are honoured as kin and no voice is too small to be heard. Here, being different is not just accepted but celebrated, for it is our uniqueness that weaves the most beautiful tapestry of all. So join our circle under the moon to listen to this ancient oak, keeper of stories. This sanctuary for sensitive souls is a place to gather, create and connect, and feel the magic of nature all around us.
In this inclusive bookshop you’ll find tiny treasures from wall art to cards and tiny books. Everything is made with soft paws and a kind heart at The Oak Tree Factory. I’m committed to using vegan and eco-conscious materials wherever possible, from the art supplies in my studio to the oak tree press, choosing the best available option when the ideal doesn’t yet exist. For the Whispering Oak reminds us that we are connected to everything around us. They call on us to be good ancestors and leave the world a better place than we found it. One page, one circle, one small act at a time…
