But the glass is
not safe. The
Jackdaws, stalk
the scene from the
weathered ledges
of the ...old mill.

'Comfortable Place basked contentedly in the brilliant sunshine. Windows swung open, net curtains waved to each other across the terrace, milk churns rumbled and clanked across the bone-dry earth banging holes into the chorus of  sparrows, wind chimes and rustling leaves.

The Charity Shop door opened and laughter escaped into the square narrowly missing two ladies chatting and pointing from the doorway of the little Post Office.

Biscuit, a brown woolly teddy bear, sat patiently in the shop window; he often sat in the shop window on sunny afternoons.'