A new flock

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her

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

THE Misses Frobisher were new to Durham. They had chosen the city as their place of residence for its size. It was a proper city, but not so large that one could not walk from one end to the other eas

THE church was built in 1860, on a hill in the centre of town. It was a thriving centre for worship for many decades. Now it’s the nursery my youngest grandson goes to. The house and garden next to th

SARAH DITUM

Nature needs time to adapt to changing conditions,