Friday, 13 January 2012

one bird, two stones

Sometimes it's more fun to be skipping stones on the beach than staying at home writing them.

I opened the window briefly to the sound of a neighbour cutting their grass and suddenly it was early summer 1965 in the school grounds under the cherry trees and the sound of tennis, the summer dresses, the sun, shade, regulation shoes and forbidden pleasures.


  1. Love the imagery so much in this Francesca! You conjure up something so complex and wonderful in only a few words. So clever!

  2. 1. Definitely.

    2. Sounds and smell: time travel. (Not always when you want it.)

  3. I think that I perfectly remember one of those days......