Talk to me

Birds can transport us to another time and place entirely,

F RAN’S house was on the edge of town with a bus stop at the end of the lane. She’d grown trees and perennials for privacy. This morning, she couldn’t help but notice a dodgy-looking man in a red hat

MARIE peered out of the front room window, wondering if people would be on time. And not only that – what if nobody showed? She let the net curtain drop, listening to the kettle whistling in the kitch

Bob Cooper of Macclesfield, Cheshire remembers: From an early age, I have always loved reading and writing. My best subject at school was English to the detriment of maths, and I managed to become top

SARAH DITUM

I WAS lonely. Papa was a preacher and we lived and travelled in a painted wooden wagon, pulled by Jessie, a large and docile shire horse. We had few possessions; there was no room for what Papa called