Master Wheeler, if I ever wear a hat, apart from my huge rumpled gardening hat, I shall allways salute you and doff my hat to you. (Actually, I already do that). Every child, teen or adult alike, in which whom I ever have had the privilege to know, will always sit down with me, as we read your books out loud, together. Three in particular, right now, have experienced with me, the joy, the heartache, the hope and the utter naughtiness of Owen and Evie, and look forward to our adventures in the next. Many of your books have we traipsed along, over and over. Discussions continuing for hours by the river bed, or on the pontoon in our own mysterious part of our imaginations. We thank you for your generosity in writing for us.