They lived in an urban terrace, side by side, with a stamp-sized front garden and somewhat larger one at the back, complete with washing line from fence to fence, a coal bunker and a tool shed. It took years to grow their individuality with roses. sweet-scented stock and peonies. They called each other by their […]
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The Full Moon of Brighton
In the whining draughts Of my grandparents’ house When I was very small, I’d sit on my potty by the open fire, Safe from the bathroom’s arctic chill. My grandfather would return from work With the offer of a cuddle and a smile; I’d jump into his arms, flashing a sighting Of my bare derriere, […]
writing in north norfolk 