Our song

The summer holidays go too fast,” Sarah sighed. Dawn raised her sunglasses to her forehead and glared at her friend. “You’ve had six weeks off work. Most of us have to make do with a fortnight.” Sarah

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

1970 Six-year-old Anna was pleased with her newly decorated bedroom. She’d chosen the wallpaper herself. As soon as she saw the yellow paper covered in small white flowers she pointed and said, “I lik

IT’S a little house!” Edie squealed. “Is it for us?” Patsy put her arm round her daughter’s shoulders. “It is, pet. Let’s go inside.” Edie’s joy was proof that she’d done the right thing, even though

S tella is quicker than usual eating her breakfast. Taking worried glances out of the window just in case the cornflower blue sky might fill with dark, angry clouds, the sun obscured behind a mass of

YOU’LL never guess what I found. From our childhood,” Carly said. “You’ll have to give me a clue,” Juliet said. “Well, it’s something we used to wear all the time.” “Legwarmers? Shell suit? Day-Glo so