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A terrifying health scare left me with a purr-fectly spooky gift.

Meet Erik the Irish draught horse I rode on my 70th birthday recently! I didn’t want a conventional party so opted for eight of us to go pony-trekking, then for a delicious lunch at a local farm that

IT’S all over town, Ada,” Mrs Francome declared, leaning forward with her basket. “Butter and bacon to be rationed once Christmas ends! “That’ll be just the start, mark my words.” “It’s already starte

HELLO, little one!” Penny Dauntless greeted a robin-redbreast, who cocked his head as she pushed along her trolley of post on the daily round. “How often is there such a perfect mid-December morning?”

I was globe-trotting when I found a new furry friend. Could she become my travel com paw- nion?

Who needs the Galapagos? Sir David Attenborough revels in the wildlife on his London doorstep