Artistic licence

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

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

AND that concludes this evening’s agenda. Is there any other business?” Joley looked up from the laptop to reluctantly face the rest of the Turpins Lane allotment committee. This was the part of the m

A keen gardener’s love of colour and fragrance has resulted in a small garden with big impact

Would her daughter’s enthusiasm for insects revive Elaine’s creativity? ELAINE stared at the muddy footprints leading across her freshly mopped kitchen floor. She didn’t need to be a detective to work

JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.