Flying high

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

F REDDY woke up in a field, wearing a pair of Union Flag shorts. A dog licked his face. He struggled into a sitting position and swiped his unruly hair out of his face. He was on a cliff. Beyond, ther

MARGARET tried to stay still and not fidget. It was difficult. How long she had waited – how long they had all waited to get away from the town, with its noise and thronging crowds. For Father to get

I’D seen an advertisement in my father’s newspaper for women to work on the canal boats. It said applicants should be of a robust constitution. I’m quite robust, so why not? I’d give it a go. “Look, D

Georgie lived to dance – and now her dream job was within her grasp

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha