Walking the Beach
One could walk for many miles, starting from Lytham. Today you need to dodge the spindrift’s, for it’s a blustery morning, I start slowly passing the windmill, my eyes are downcast as I scan the ground for treasure. There have…
Baron Blackthorn
The baron incarcerated in the dungeon of his own home, had lost count of how long he had been held captive, but his hair had grown long and grey. When after weeks of labour, the ancient mortar gave way; he…
Mr Thompson
He wondered did he look the part. In clothes taken from tramps he had walked from London to Dover. As night time fell across the port he started looking for a berth. He was careful to avoid the navy's ships,…