Autumn gold

STARING out of her window at the small garden, Gemma sighed. It was nothing like the large rambling garden she’d had at her old house and there were times when she really missed it. If she were honest

EVERYONE seems to have a favourite season, don’t they? My sister, for example, has always loved winter. She says there’s nothing to beat a cold, clear day when the ground is hard and sparkling with fr

Creaking into the dusty, lookout point, Jessie pulled on the handbrake. Jumping out, she slammed the door. Clouds of grit tailed her maxi skirt to the front of the camper van. Lifting the bonnet, Jess

J e an’s hand trembled as she pulled ...

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THIS is very kind of you, Mrs Laxford. I’ll look after it, I promise,” Esther assured her landlady, wheeling the sturdy black bicycle down the path. “Looking after yourself is the most important thing