While I write this postcard home, I can hear the strangest sounds: ducks quacking; donkeys braying and a cow stubbornly refusing to be milked. Above the farmhouse is a wide, blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds. Back home everything was grey… grey and dirty.
Honestly Mum, you wouldn’t believe the food we get to eat every day. Working hard on the fields means my appetite is insatiable!
“C’mon now chuck,eat up,” beams Aunt Sally – she’s the kindly lady looking after me. She makes a magical apple pie – with fresh Bramley apples. And the custard… mmmmmmm the custard tasted like liquid gold.
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