Robert and Alex were on autopilot as they walked up the gravel driveway to the side of the house...
There had been farmers in my family since for centuries, so it was only a matter of time before somebody in my generation went back to the land....
Two hours after getting home, I finally manage to untangle myself from my chocolate Labrador, Rusty.
We all know the old adage “as easy as falling off a log.” It may come as a surprise to learn that many people do not know just how to fall off one.
Retrieving my folding stool from the spare room, grabbing a notepad and calling my dog, I head for the tree by my front gate. This has become base camp on my outdoor writing forays.
Even before the car stops, the living room curtains are moving. Climbing the front steps, the unmistakable thud of running feet sounds from within the house.
A surprised face appeared at the lace curtain beside the door. ‘Hello, Charlie! It’s nice of you to drop in,’ my Grandfather told me.