“We had never eaten our own chickens but we delighted in eating their eggs. No matter how hot the summer became, they… — Victoria Twead Memoir Copy Share Image
“The vicar's handshake was warm and reassuring, but shaking hands with Mavis was like clutching a bunch of dead twigs.” — Victoria Twead Memoir Copy Share Image
“It's very kind of you to take us in," said the vicar, smiling. "We're so sorry if we've put you out at… — Victoria Twead Memoir Copy Share Image
