Irene’s war

OW!” Irene’s shriek cut across the darkness as she was thrown from her bike. Winded, she lay for a moment, her heart thumping against her ribcage. Then she sat up gingerly and took stock of which part

GET these bodies moved! We need to keep this area clear.” The bark of his commanding officer reached Walter’s ears through the blackness. He stumbled towards it, peering blindly through the smoke, the

MUM says the wedding was just what everyone needed and it fair cheered her up. Dad’s moaning cos he’s got sore feet from all the dancing. The dancing was my favourite bit, especially when me and Betty

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.

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