Dear Ma’am,

Thank you for the sandwich and the glass of milk kept me warm. After a nighttime journey, we arrived at Silverdale. Luckily, I stayed with Zoe. Silverdale isn’t like home. London was always so grey and full of smoke but Silverdale is a different story. Everything is green and the air smells of wild garlic. I got taken onto a farm but I’m not forced to work! I always offer to help anyway and on the farm ten years of age can get you riding a tractor and I help every afternoon. We have two pigs, a few chicks and Poppy, the donkey.

Once we got here, lots of people came and chose their children. We were picked first, me and my sister Zoe. Anyways, I’m staying with Mrs. Jill on Chapel Road in a small cottage. The water comes from a spring just up the road. Mrs. Jill told me to go and wash in a bath on the site. The farm is also a caravan site so I made a few friends. She gave me a cup of tea and we chatted. She has a high pitch voice but we get along well.