The background to this third story in the book of short stories, Welsh Cakes, is my own memory of Sunday evening walks with my father and my brother. We would walk for miles while my mother got some time to go to the Sunday evening service and had a little respite from her care of us children.
The photo above shows the ferns that I speak of in the story.
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Hello Judith,
I must have done something wrong when attempting to leave a comment re. this post a while back, for I see that it's not here.
Now,I don't know what I wrote; however, this piece has a very heartwarming touch that evokes a wistful sense of loving, caring, family togetherness in an idyllic setting.
One of these days, I'll maybe get to read the whole thing.
I've read the post which follows this one. Great teasers for your book!
Blessings,
Peter.
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