Life’s for living

I DON’T think I could live here.” Louis stood at the window of his great-grandfather’s residential home and looked out over the sea. “I mean, who doesn’t like the sea? But it’s kind of dead around her

WINDY, windy weather, we all blow together!” Hannah Kington laughed as she ran along the pavement, hand in hand with her five-year-old twins, Daisy and Amy. She could remember playing this game when s

THE light was beginning to fade, and as Irene started to scratch her bare arms, she remembered anew one of the few things she disliked about being in the countryside. “The midges are out,” she complai

When I was aged 10, the farmers used to come round the schools to pick volunteers to work on the farms during the summer holidays, mainly to help bring in the harvest. The country was still building u

HAYLEY grabbed her toolbox from the back of the van and walked up the pathway. Ever since seeing the address on the worksheet, she’d been looking forward to this job. The house was just three doors aw

I DON’T get it, Grandma Grace. We celebrated the end of World War II in May. How come we’re doing it all over again?” My great-grandaughter, Amy, is thirteen, only a few years older than I was in 1945