Grandfather Mosswyn Moonfrost

In the picturesque village of Bilsthorpe, where the greenery whispers secrets of old, there walks a soul, wise beyond years, yet with a spirit as youthful as the number etched on their well-worn shoes. Accompanied by faithful hounds, they traverse the hidden paths, where brambles and leaves conspire to hide their merry jaunt. Should you chance upon this merry band amidst the foliage, fear not to offer a greeting, for in this tapestry of life, every thread is a connection waiting to be woven into the grand design. Indeed, the world unfurls in splendour, a mosaic of souls, each remarkable, each with stories that dance on the edge of the extraordinary.