He strode confidently through the tall grass. It was the height of summer and the grasses now reached to above his knees. He loved it when it was like..
The cello sat in the corner of the attic, dusty and forgotten. She had been there for years, abandoned by the boy who had had such good times with her..
She gazed out of the window, the stone, wall-lined, fields creating a checkerboard on the island landscape. Huge sheets of flat limestone filled the f..