In block six, where the stairwell always carried the scent of damp umbrellas and old concrete, spring
In Stairwell Six, where the lingering scent of wet umbrellas and old concrete clung to the landings
The estate on the same wavelength A housing estate on the outskirts of a big city woke up to its usual
A Housing Estate in Tune The residential estate on the outskirts of London stirred to life with the usual
**The Courtyard in Harmony** In a quiet neighbourhood on the outskirts of London, the residential courtyard
The suitcase by the door was zipped uplike the final touch before leaving. Lucy fidgeted with her coat
The Season of Trust At the beginning of May, when the grass had turned lush and green and dew still clung
“Love, we’ve had our fun at the cottage, now off you pop back home,” the daughter-in-law