Margaret Ellis, born 1948. Tap a story to read it.
Every Sunday after church, Dad bought us chips and we walked to the end of the pier.
At seventeen I started stamping books at the central library.
I met Tom at a Saturday dance in Leeds. He trod on my toes twice.
A rainy June wedding, a borrowed veil and a cake made by Aunt Joan.
Susan arrived on a snowy February night and Tom sang to her all the way home.
Every August we towed our little caravan to Windermere.
