My Trade? A Gardener?
You might have thought that I am a gardener, but you would be wrong. In fact no one in the family has the necessary patience or skill to be a gardener. So why am I sitting here looking pleased as…
Septimius and Self Reflection
A cold shower usually did the trick, but after a long night reading eight hundred year old manuscripts Septimius felt jaded. He rarely felt really exhausted, but this morning was different. For the last fortyeight hours he had been debating…
New Friends
Jerome only had eyes for the tower, so he missed the trunk parked in front of the arch. As he summersaulted over the trunk he caught a glimpse of two long and rather golden legs. Shaking his head he was…