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A Lincoln Imp Story Warning: This story contains swearing, transphobic and sexist language, descriptions of violence and gore , accounts...

Lincolnshire Authors Event: Sunday 23rd July 2023 From 10am to 4pm If you haven't yet visited the Walled Garden at Baumber, you're in for...

On Saturday 23rd September I am returning to my roots. I was born in Boston and its dykes, ditches and colourful characters were the...

When fiction and real life meet! Book a place on this special evening Wolds walk and join me and #sebastianscattergood on one of his...

But when they got there, the tree was bare. Not a single ribbon was dangling from the branches above their heads. Athena’s eyes began to...

As part of the Lincolnshire Wolds Outdoor Festival, South Ormsby Estate is holding an Open Day this coming weekend, 20th/21st May, in its...

Chapter 2 It only took five minutes to get to the park. With the sun on her shoulders, Athena hummed to herself as she started to fill...

Part 1 Chapter 1 This book is about a boggart and a bear called Jonny Razor. The bear belonged to Athena Pepperdine. It wasn’t a...

Tune in to BBC Radio Lincolnshire on Wednesday 19th April at 4pm to hear me talk about World Book Night. We will be chatting about my...

it’s World Book Night on Friday 21st April! We like to start early so, from 2.30pm at Louth Library in the ConocoPhillips Room, join us...

Keith will be at The Collection Museum, Lincoln on Saturday 25th February at 7pm, talking about 'Trying Times for Sebastian Scattergood'...

Listen to Keith talking to Melvyn Prior on BBC Radio Lincolnshire on 26/01/23

Part satire on rural, middle-class aspirations, part love-song to the Lincolnshire countryside, and part charming rom-com, Trying Times...

"Funny, charming and warm-hearted, with a cast of characters you love (and love to hate!) Sebastian Scattergood is an absolute joy."

Friday 3rd February 7pm Tickets £10 from Tealby Community Shop (01673838191) Featuring extracts from the newly published novel Trying...

‘Trying Times’ is an epistolary novel which neatly knits together four distinct elements: a disaster diary, a love story, the celebration...

Fri 16th Jan 2015: Hip Op Day +7: Better night’s sleep. Didn’t wake until 5.15 after disturbing dreams of driving through floods in a...

Tues 13th Jan 2015: Hip Op Day +4: Wake up at 5.30 for medication and wee and examination of thigh which is now like a monster slab of...

Mon 12th Jan 2015: Hip Op Day +3: Wake up again at 5.30 with sore heels. I need to sit up. By 6.30 I am bored and cold and need to get...

Sun 11th Jan 2015: Hip Op Day +2: At 5.30 am I get coffee, biscuits, drugs and an ice pack. I settle down to read H is for Hawk....

Fri 9th Jan 2015: Hip Op Day (!) [Blast Off or Abort?]: Have to get up at 6 to be at the hospital by 7.30. I drive for the last time in...

Sun 4th Jan 2015: Hip Op Day -5: Wake to monster stomach gripe. Downstairs Alice and Matt have nearly finished washing up and clearing...

Thurs 1st Jan 2015: Hip Op Day -8: New Year Jane is up early and off to Louth for her Slimming World group. After breakfast, I start to...

Tues 30th Dec 2014: Hip Op Day Minus 10 (and counting): What a start. I get half way to Lincoln before realizing that I have forgotten my...

Way Out West was on the television when the phone rang. It had just got to one of my favourite bits. Sighing heavily, I left Stan Laurel...

It wasn’t just the nature of Graham’s death which stunned us all; it was the fact that he had disappeared for good, without warning, that...

On the 30th of July, 1966, the nation celebrated and then, three months later, on Friday the 21st of October, it mourned. Aberfan. Just...

‘Are Nana and Grandad going to die?’ ‘Ooh, not for a long time. You don’t have to start worrying about that...Eh, look, your mum’s ready...

‘And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad’ Maud: Tennyson The fence which bordered Chris’ drive was laced with honeysuckle. After a...

As much as I had been excited to see Jimmy, I couldn’t help feel frustrated that his brief visit had largely gone unnoticed. There had...

During the next year, Jimmy joined the Army and was soon stationed in Germany. I was so proud, I couldn’t wait to let everyone know....

You could still see patches of Lone Ranger wallpaper in Jimmy’s bedroom but most of it was hidden by newspaper and magazine cuttings and...

Jimmy, my teddy bear Jimmy was my all-time hero. I even named my teddy bear after him. He was my cousin from London. He looked like a...

By the summer of my second camp, I had been installed as patrol leader, with Mark as my seconder. We were above Baslow in Derbyshire....

Like a Victorian grotesque, Mrs Greasby could have graced any page of a Dickens’ novel. Wiggy, on the other hand, was another kettle of...

(Continued.) ‘Watch out, Kenny!’ Heeding his friend’s warning, he dived sideways and landed with a squeal. Failing to find its target,...

It was the summer term. Fruit picking time. After school, a double-decker bus would ferry pickers to and from Bowser’s strawberry fields...

Map of Lincolnshire Wolds; can you spot Somersby and Bag Enderby? I swung my damp duffel bag onto my back and followed Jack across the...

Even though some families were lucky enough to own cars in the early 60s, everybody had a bike. My mum had a sit-up-and-beg model with a...

Mark’s dad had taken us along to our first big November shoot. As ten-year olds, we were by far the youngest of the beaters. The day...

Eddie was pulling on his jeans. ‘You and Spinach Juice stay here. Richard’ll give you a bunk up, then yer can tie the rope and lower it...

The Boggart was a white-haired giant with a lantern jaw and irascible temperament. He spent much of his time pottering about in his...

The first time I had an inkling that I lived in a foreign country was on a Scout trip to Derbyshire. Walking into a village shop and...

I enjoy a good ramble, both words and walks. In fact, I have rambled all over Lincolnshire and beyond. Why not join me?