Snowdrops

WHEN we left England, it was teeming with rain; here in Umbria, the heat is so fierce it could render you senseless. Especially if you’re marooned with a flat tyre on a little winding road somewhere o

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

SUMMER came early this year, which means that ...

Once a blank slate, this plot has flourished into a LIVING STORYBOOK filled with whimsy, warmth & a touch of magic

It has been a long drive, but I need to get as far away from the city as possible. Somewhere near Andover the stupidity of what I’m doing hits me and I pull into a service station, get out of the car

A criminal in their midst? Thankfully the village had its own Miss Marple