Oh Gym, we tried, didn’t we? I thought you were The One. But I was wrong. You were just Another One. All those crazy dreams of staying together, of a serious commitment, when I can never be that perso

Not even the dog’s basket was spared a good scrubbing when our columnist’s mum carried out the spring cleaning

Dear Simon, Once again, the December 2025 issue had lots of memories to write about. Starting from the front, Gertcha! – I did love Chas and Dave, as did my husband. Of course, the family always watch

IT was a clear early spring day, the breeze light and the sands empty. Sea and land seemed to go on forever, their divisions blurred by light and distance. Brigitte Wetherby breathed in the salty air

“ Parked up at The Little Roadway Farm Campsite at the top of Challacombe Hill, we excitedly made our way across the National Trust car park and then carefully down the old Smugglers Path towards town

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