Where’s Superman When He’s Needed?


(600 words) Monday Took the coach to Skegness with mother. I loathe the place, all crowded streets, tacky ‘souvenir’ shops and the ubiquitous smell of frying, but she wanted a day out. The tide was in, so the beach wasn’t wide. We sat on the sand in an area of large black boulders. I think … Continue reading Where’s Superman When He’s Needed?