Walter Flood – more from the village of Feckenham Swarberry
8.30 Walter Flood checked his face in the mirror. It was the same face in the same mirror he’d looked at these past forty-nine years. He gave his head the…
Millie monologue
Millie Mead had an air of significant superiority about her. Sat before her was a woman of middle years, a tourist to the village of Fekenham Swarberry, who had ventured…
The minx from the village – tales of Fekenham Swarberry
Outside a fine drizzle was coating plant, tree, grass and kerbside. Inside the Frog and Radiator, a fire burned warm and bright taking the chill out of the bone. The…