Marian WoodinStory Of The WeekThe Old house, our fun playgroundThe old house with its overgrown garden was secretive and fun to play in. We were just children then, no cares in the world, no concept of…Sep 16, 2019Sep 16, 2019
Marian WoodUnrest on the farmBreathing in, I could smell the manure and hay from the stables. The sun-baked earth and the wildflowers. The scents of our farm, the…Sep 9, 2019Sep 9, 2019
Marian WoodA life unlocked by a small keyI sat that day, pushing my Weetabix around my bowl, deep in thought I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The most special lady in the world…Jun 7, 2019Jun 7, 2019