The Lady’s Maid

By Cecilia Brabin | January 18, 2018

  Eleven o’clock. A knock at the door…I hope I haven’t disturbed you,madam. You weren’t asleep–were you? But I’ve just given my lady her tea,and there was such a nice cup over, I thought, perhaps… …Not at all, madam. I always make a cup of tea last thing. She drinksit in bed after her prayers…

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Autumn Holiday

By Berni | September 25, 2017

  I had started early in the afternoon for a long walk; it was just the weather for walking, and I went across the fields with a delighted heart. The wind came straight in from the sea, and the sky was bright blue; there was a little tinge of red still lingering on the maples,…

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The cobweb

By Cecilia Brabin | June 15, 2017

The farmhouse kitchen probably stood where it did as a matter of accident or haphazard choice; yet its situation might have been planned by a master-strategist in farmhouse architecture. Dairy and poultry-yard, and herb garden, and all the busy places of the farm seemed to lead by easy access into its wide flagged haven, where…

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