Month: January 2017

The Old Windmill

Once there was a windmill on the edge of a Suffolk village, the men who worked there white with flour dust, labourers in back breaking sweat and toil labour. Children screamed in their mothers’ perambulators bereft of any hope for the future. Disease and cold killed them all eventually, the men took comfort inside the spit and sawdust Alehouse, no…

Dare Devil Dan

They called him Dare Devil Dan as he sped through the village on his Golden Flash motorbike. The villagers could hear the low hum of his motorbike engine far in the distance. People would gather in crowds to see him whizz pass them like a streak of lightning, he took everyone’s breath away! “Look out Dare Devil Dan is coming!”…