Traci Ashbe Dark Epic Fantasy Author

This morning I waved goodbye to our two granddaughters, as  Sam drove them off to board the ferry back to the mainland.  Yes, Stevie is staying at the van in blissful peace for a few days.  Sam will return when he finishes work for the weekend.  It’s 27 degrees Centigrade, and here is the view I have over the English Channel from my bedroom window as I write this:

What a difference it’s been to when we were on holiday with our boys.  Every morning there was an earnest debate between the two girls (ages 13 and 11) as to whether a top matched a pair of shorts or not.  Our boys would grab the first pair of trousers and tee-shirt out of the wardrobe without even looking at it, but the girls’ clothes had to be just right before they would even consider wearing them.

Then came the worried…