Posted 29 April 2014
If you’re like me, you keep an eye out for signs of children wherever you go. Sometimes it’s obvious what they were doing, but often you have to be a detective.
This morning I went out in the woods, and sure enough, there were the signs. Bluebells grow naturally in our woods; sea shells do not. What had the play been about? There was no child in sight to interpret, so your guess is as good as mine.