My mother hails from Cornwall, from the village of Bluehill to be precise. I was always very close to
**The Caretaker of Our Square** I walked home in the dim twilight of early autumn. The streetlamps, as
I had no idea she existed until today. But I couldn’t just send her to an orphanage. She’s my daughter,”
**The Caretaker of Our Estate** Emily trudged home in the early autumn dusk. The streetlamps, as usual
A School Lesson, or Miss Emily Jack Harrison was heading back from the school canteen, about to climb
“Maisy, are you nearly ready? Katy and Freddie will be here any minute,” said Simon impatiently
**The Beat of a Heart** “Jeremy, it really isn’t necessary for you to go to the branch office yourself.
The soft drizzle stung her face, misting her glasses. Emily trudged along, desperate to get home.
**The Beat of a Heart** “You don’t need to go to our branch yourself, Jeremy. Let Emily take the
My mum’s from a little village called Blue Hill in the countryside near Cornwall, bless her.