Author raises money for Channel Islands Air Search
Leo Seeker works with friends from Jersey, France and Alderney to rescue those in difficulty at sea.The other characters are Albert, the red French helicopter, Mona, the green and orange lifeboat, Christine, the ambulance boat and the blue and orange lifeboats of the Channel Islands also feature. The first book Meet Leo was launched in 2022 and the second More Stories about Leo was launched in 2023. All the stories are based upon real-life rescues carried out by the Channel Islands Air Search.
"Create an awareness"
Mr Applegate said: "I have been a member of Channel Islands Air Search since it started in 1980, so 45 years ago, and I flew as a pilot for air search for 28 years."Between us all we thought well... the stories are worth telling and I decided in my retirement I would pick up my pen and have a go at writing it up."
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