The wafting smell of baked goods

“Just leave it on the side Cas,” her husband said. “Okay, do you think it’s high enough out of reach?” Cas replied, placing the warm cookies on the counter. “There is no way she can reach that high,” Jack replied as the two moved into the lounge to finish their movie. Sammy smelt something delicious,…

Joey’s Ice Cream, Ilfracombe

A family of grumbling bellies Salty sand nibbling your feet, Summer sun beating against your back Sweat dripping in the afternoon heat. An array of colourful shops Each singing tunes eager to please, Children look up with puppy eyes As they catch a tantalising smell in the breeze. A crowd of hands on cold glass…