Books in The Brambly Hedge Series
- Spring Story (1980) - Wilfred enjoys a picnic and a surprise for his birthday!
- Summer Story (1980) - The mice celebrate a wedding and everyone takes part in the preparations.
- Autumn Story (1980) - Little Primrose wanders off and finds herself in uncharted territory.
- Winter Story (1980) - The biggest snowstorm in years leaves enough snow for an ice ball.
- The Secret Staircase (1983) - The young mice go to the attic to practice for a performance.
- The High Hills (1986) - Wilfred is determined to find treasure in the hills above Brambly Hedge.
- Sea Story (1990) - Dusty, Poppy, Primrose and Wilfred set off down stream to retrieve salt from the sea mice.
- Poppy's Babies (1994) - A surprise comes to Poppy on the babies' naming day.
- Stories from Brambly Hedge: Wilfred to the Rescue (2005)
- Stories from Brambly Hedge: Primrose in Charge (2006)
- A Year In Brambly Hedge (2010)
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