On reflection

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 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

RECENTLY, I watched some young children playing with big balloons in the park. They were having great fun, until a yellow balloon suddenly decided to go its own way, upwards. A slight gust of wind too

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

Actor, presenter and now author Larry Lamb reveals why the written word – particularly verse – has always meant so much to him

PAULA KERR slipped in through the back door of her granny’s house, trying not to make a sound. She could smell the dough and knew her granny did not like to be disturbed while she was mixing dough for