Ages 12 and up
Ray Morrison was a trained Physiotherapist and Masseur, who had worked with Yvonne at the Dancingdean Spa, when her husband was still alive, but his role at the Palace also involved training some of the younger ancillary staff as well as using his skills on the guests, but he enjoyed being in Clerembeax, and he had made many friends among the staff, and he also enjoyed taking long walks in the surrounding countryside, when he wasn’t working,
A nurse held the door open for the consultant and Angel smiled up at her. The nurse’s fresh face made the tiled room seem less stuffy, less...
The Finchbottom Vale nestles comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, and to the east, 15 miles inland from Sharpington-By-Sea, equidistant between the seaside resort and Pepperstock Green was the rambling village of Brookley and at its heart was St Mildred’s Church and Susan Peach, amongst other things published the Parish Magazine, but she was also a Chorister like her cousin Roy.
Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield.
Greg was sitting at the kitchen table when Ellie returned and she looked at him to make sure she had his attention as she stood in the doorway where only he could see her then she turned around and wiggled her bum at him provocatively, Greg stared open mouthed and then when she had finished she walked into the kitchen and gave him a filthy leer just as Amanda walked in “Oh for God’s sake are you two still winding each other up” she barked and went back outside.
Angel dropped off into sleep, like she’d fallen off the side of the Erskine Bridge. Exhausted, she heard what she thought was a cat mewing, but it...
It Doesn’t Worry Me by Paul McCann I’m sitting here waiting or the bombs to fall and blow us all away . I’ve got an Armageddon feeling getting...
Nanny Anna rifled through the cupboards for biscuits. She tended to stuff them into the back of the cupboard after she’d opened them and forgot about...
Subsequent visits and tales of woe brought Eleanor to his door, some were truthful and some were fabricated just because she was lonely. He wasn’t really too concerned what the reason was he was just pleased to her.
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