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We loved holidays so much we decided we’d never come home
Last week, my husband, Erik, and I had dinner with a couple who’ve been great friends for years. They mentioned their new holiday home in Sardinia, and generously invited us to join them out there for
Stranded on a Moroccan mountain, Jane Johnson thought she was going to die. But one random phone call changed everything. Here the Cornish author reflects on an unlikely but lasting love story
EXCITEDLY opening slatted wooden shutters, Evie stepped on to the balcony, greeting the day. Her delicate pink silk robe was barely fluttering in the warm breeze drifting in from the sea. She smiled.
Erick had professed his love and even proposed, but was Alba’s holiday romance more of a faux -mance?
To the joggers, dog walkers and pram pushers, we must have been a familiar sight. Even the seagulls who cruised the sky scanning for any discarded sandwich crusts and fish and chip wrappers seemed to
