This is a simple tale of a family of eight children (six girls and eventually two boys) who lived in a village in South Devon. There are some aspects of this story that will make you laugh and plenty that will make you think, but I hope that you will persevere and read on until you get to the “gems” at the end of the main story - they will certainly give you something to consider. They are not fantasy, nor wishful thinking - they are all true! Here are just a few highlights, there are many, many more: A child’s unswerving belief in her best “friend” The end of a cherished swimsuit The German doctor who became Sheila’s saviour Moments of fame in a talent competition Adventures with Georgina the goat How Sheila and Ivor dealt with the “Agricultural Lease” attached to their property The merits and unbelievable talents of Sheila’s Husband Ivor The wonderful Soul Rescues (because of COVID) that even now are taking place Successful spiritual healings and Sheila’s Mother’s “out-of-body” experience (not to be missed!) This story is a mixture of magic in a way - not the Harry Potter kind but real magic - certainly, a lot of sadness but tons and tons of happiness also but read it and realise that life is for living and that passing (there is no death) is something to look forward to, not to dread. Please read my story – you will be glad you did!
Sheila M Hutchings is a lady of 88 years of age, living in a bungalow with her cat Freddie in a Dawlish country lane, having been a widow for the last six and a half years.