The Local Wildlife

'Excuse me, mate,' he asked the fluorescently green, bespectacled, half-submerged man, who was trying to put pen to paper while sitting in water, flicking ants off his work, and wincing as he shifted his buttock position. 'Is that how writers do writing?'

'Yep.' I frowned verdantly over my glasses. 'It's a very complicated job.'

'… for brilliant description, lively simile … and a gift for drama and narrative, Drewe is hard to match, and these small, apparently easy pieces have much in common with his more ambitious literary work.' Dennis Haskell, Review