Trudging through the cold night, the last remnants of the winter snow on the ground, she finally saw the lights glowing from the windows ahead. Above her the familiar turrets of the castle loomed. Four years since she had been taken by the crusaders. How she had changed since then, no longer the innocent thirteen … Continue reading THE TURRETS OF HOME


'Good lord,' Archie exclaimed. 'Have you seen what they've done to that turret roof?' Agnes sighed, not looking up from her newspaper. 'Yes, dear. I saw it when the scaffolding came down last night.' 'It's one thing to stick ghastly turret extensions on their house, quite another to have one in gaudy bright colours.' Archie … Continue reading EMIGRANTS