Wonderful words

Whilst sitting gazing absentmindedly out of the window, a small robin with cocktail-stick legs hopped onto the garden wall, and started eating the seeds left out for him. His red breast flashed as he jerked up and down, a blaze of colour in the grey wintery landscape. Something in the very movements of the little bird transporte dme back to my childhood, and I started pondering on various subjects that reminded me of bygone days.

My mind filled with thoughts of short, cold winter days, where the garden was littered with leaves and the dark brown skeletons of naked trees against a white backdrop of snow and then gave way to thoughts of tiny green shoots emerging from the cold, hard ground, and then on to long summer days, full of laughter as my sister and I soared high into the summer sky on our garden swings, our feet trying to touch the white lines from jet engines scarring the brilliant blue sky. We laughed and laughed and sang and laughed some more. We played wonderful word games and devised tongue twisters, mimicked people's voices, acted caricatures of each other and various family members, and made up our own language.

One thought led on to another and I found myself back in primary school, learning about homophones. And just for fun, I started creating a list just as I did all those years ago:

• break; brake
• but; butt
• blew; blue
• sea; see
• tow; toe
• to; too; too
• peak; peek

How many can you think of?