A Long glorious summer

​It had been a long glorious day full of summer …we had finished swirling in the river  and the late afternoon gifts were a warm sweet breeze and a glowing sun that kissed our cheeks …and then from under a neighbouring towel ” Daddy who taught you to make bread ?”….my eyes still , an image rushed to the front of my thoughts …”I had the good fortune to learning the principles of baking in a foundry in the back streets of Dublin many years before you were born, we didn’t call it baking but the principles were the same ” 

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About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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