I long for some. He went to see if he could he get me some, just like Rapunzel’s mother and her hankering for lettuce, or spinach or whatever the particular storyteller chooses. The butcher said he was expecting some from a man in Oswestry. The man came but there were no damsons. He brought me home some Victoria Plums instead. Give me a call, tomorrow, Deri the butcher told him, I might have some in then.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.