I remember the night well. I was nine years old that late July evening. The circus had come to town and set up a big tent at the county fairgrounds. My whole family decided to go for a fun filled evening of laughs and amazement. It was a very old fashioned kind of circus, nothing…
Letters from Unsung Heroes: The Train – Jessica Wildersen
Dear Sarah, Apologies for my lateness, but the train that was to carry me to West Hampshire seems to have broken as I have been trapped in this tunnel with no power for two days. Don't worry about me for I am doing very well. To be honest, I'm actually finding this quite liberating. Sure,…
Taradiddle Soup 