Remembrance

The café was mercifully quiet when Mel entered. The off-to-work crowd had departed and the mums-and-toddlers had yet to arrive. She loved this quirky spot with its eclectic mix of old sofas, scrubbed bare wooden tables and artwork old and new. The building had originally been part of an old factory and had even retained …

All on a Summer’s Day

Viewed from Swindale Crag above the dales' village of Felton, a large heavy cart was making its laborious way upwards from the nearby market town in the valley. I had left my oatcakes to cool. My husband had gone to help a neighbour rebuild a field-wall on an outlying farm in the Upper Dales. There …

Dolores

Charlene Entwhistle swung around her pole. She loved to practice. Each morning, she would spend an hour or so on her exercises. First the yoga to warm up, then the pole and finally the floor and weights that got her body closer to the shape she sought. A priority at the moment were the glute …

Conflict

Twins, Rory and Stuart were universally held to be a credit to their parents. Six foot, blond, blue-eyed, identical twins, everyone loved them, said they were just perfect, model sons. A common comment was that they had inherited the best physical, intellectual and behavioural qualities of both parents. The only criticism ever heard about them …