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BY RACHEL WOLF
‘Wine, Clare?’
AS their Morris Minor drew up before the Green Gables Hotel, Clarice Rayne heaved a sigh. Not only was it luxury to travel to the seaside in their own transportation, but she was here with her husband
It was one of those cool misty mornings when Lucy had no firm idea how she wanted to spend her day. Nothing had leapt to the top of her to-do list when today’s planned coffee morning with her daughter
BRUSHING wind-whipped hair from her eyes, Catriona crouched, scanning the colourful smorgasbord of stones, seaweed and shells on the shoreline. There! Half-hidden under an empty limpet. A cowrie. Gent
Maisie had dimmed the light of her phone screen and had her back to Paul, with the duvet making a cave around her, so it was ages before she realised he was awake too and was doing exactly the same th
It was still early when Marnie slipped out of the hotel and made her way down the narrow Calle de le Rasse. In a matter of moments, she was looking out over Venice’s Grand Canal. She watched a fishing
On a chilly February morning, Sheila Murray sat at her kitchen table and stared at her laptop. Lighting up the screen was an invitation for the unveiling of La Serenissima, the newest ship in a luxury