Climbing the Old Stairs

Already Sam and Tom knew every inch, every nook and cranny of the lofty old house in Salisbury Court. Sam gurgled good-humoredly, and he and Tom clambered back up the wooden stairs. They loved the dusty, musty stairs with their strange smell, worn smooth by the endless coming and going of the Pepys* family. To……

Seeing Father’s Work

Father and son, hand in hand, picked their way firmly over the cobbles and disappeared as they turned into the crowded Fleet Street. The boy tightened the grip of his fat little hand on his father’s. Sam longed to ask him a dozen questions, but held his tongue in case he missed anything. Before he……