An uninvited guest

MILK?” Mrs Evans loomed over Alice Campbell’s teacup with a milk jug. The humidity in the tea shop was beginning to wilt the fabric violets in Alice’s little hat. She could see a few of the tiny flowe

HAYLEY grabbed her toolbox from the back of the van and walked up the pathway. Ever since seeing the address on the worksheet, she’d been looking forward to this job. The house was just three doors aw

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

THE light was beginning to fade, and as Irene started to scratch her bare arms, she remembered anew one of the few things she disliked about being in the countryside. “The midges are out,” she complai

GWEN slipped off her pumps and poured herself a cuppa from the brown teapot with its knitted cover. She sighed contentedly as she leaned back in the kitchen chair and picked up her post. It had been a

Nothing much happened in the village DS Dottie Reed was posted to – until a body was found