The Beech Tree
Every day, when the weather was fine, Jane liked to walk down the road to the park. There were lots of things to do in the park; swings, roundabouts, and slides. Often, she would play with her friends for hours, but sometimes she just liked to walk to the edge of the park where the beech trees grew. There, she could watch the squirrels and birds with no interruptions.
Demelza- short story
One bright and sunny morning when the leaves were turning gold and blackberries had lost their flavour, Demelza went for a long walk through her favourite meadow.
She meandered through the long grass, trying not to trample the last of the wildflowers that grew there.
Dream Story- In touch…….
On the outskirts of a small town, stood a house, one of about a dozen comprising a close. It was not quite a cul-de-sac, because the builders had left vacant a plot of land at the end of the road – probably in order to extend the road into the fields beyond at some later date – should more houses be required. It was this green oasis at the end of the road, that the children who lived in the identical red brick houses of the close used to gather to play