Tall tails

'Look at that street,' said my friend Nick as we walked past a turning.
 

I looked over and noted a steep, narrow cobbled hill falling away from us, and I saw tall, skinny brick houses crowded all over it.

'It looks like something you might find in a children's storybook,' I said. 'Someplace where an old woman might live – who you would go and visit after school. She'd give you jam tarts and show you magic tricks.'

'Or maybe it's orphan twins who live there,' said Nick, 'who are being brought up by an evil step-mother.' he cackled at the thought of it.

Inspiration – so easy to miss, and yet always right under your nose!

Pearl