Breathing free

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

Coming up for air

So much went unspoken in her past – so much love never expressed

I LOOKED at my allocated “bed” underneath the back window of the caravan and wondered. Firstly, about my chances of getting a good night since I was already sleeping badly. And secondly, what madness

your kids ♥ your laughs ♥ your world ♥ your friends

Many years ago a friend taught me how to make teddy bears, and I still have a few that are precious to me. But the bear that I treasure the most is a very tiny bear hand stitched by my friend as a spe