Our orange tent had tricked me with false sunrise. I shivered as mist lapped at my legs. It was too early for the clank and splash at the communal tap, the scent and sizzle of bacon. Dad, who’d woken when I crawled over him to unzip the morning, whispered ‘Shall we explore?’ My plaits bounced excitedly as I nodded. This was day five of ‘life in a foreign country’ and there was still so much to see. Admittedly, the border was a mere seventy miles north of our home in County Durham, but they had different pound notes and a blue-and-white flag, and people who sounded their ‘r’s as if rolling them across pebbled paths...........more
Hello and welcome. I'm Moira Ashley and on this site you'll find a selection of my writing-- currently comprising travel articles and poetry, both serious and light hearted. I hope that you'll enjoy browsing and that you may find something here to entertain,inspire or enlighten you...thanks for visiting my site.