Extract from page 16 of 'Mothers Daughters Liars'

"On Sundays I was allowed to play with the rich children all dressed up in their Sunday best and we’d charge down Main Street making such a racket! Once we found a gap in the church doors where a panel had shrunk in the sun. We peeped in and as our eyes adjusted to the gloom, we saw figures in gold and purple and deepest blue. ‘Ghosts, ghosts!’ we screamed and ran down the street, away from that dark old church with plaster angels sealed up inside, towards the deafening rush of the sea. The long, narrow street had overhanging balconies filled with bright-red geraniums and tiny front doors where neighbours would sit to feel the breeze and watch us play. Sometimes it was tug-of-war with old ropes, hauling ourselves up and down like maniacs. ‘Pull! Pull!’ we shouted over the ocean. At other times it was the canes from the marshes. We’d point them over their heads, screeching ‘Charge! Charge!’ and run at full speed down the street, above our heads a bright blue ribbon of sky. We were warriors rushing to fight the sea dragon."