The sound of nature

EVERY time I smell the sweet scent of September air, I am transported back to Alderley Cottage. I am walking up the garden path strewn with grass and twigs towards a faded blue painted door with a bro

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DELIA was wending her way through the garden, dragging an old carpet to where the bins were kept. That’s when she spotted a small bag on her garden wall. Further investigation revealed the bag to cont

I PEGGED Dad’s Seventies’ psychedelic floral shirt on the section of the clothesline designated for “undies”. It couldn’t be seen by the neighbours. I dreamt of the day my parents would give me their

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