A letter to... my hero granny

POSTERS for a touring circus blossomed in shop windows, and on any vacant stretch of boarding. Some were pasted on top of other posters, from many seasons ago. They were a snowstorm of colour to catch

LESLEY patted her tearful granddaughter’s hand sympathetically and tried desperately to think of something to cheer her up. What could she say to a fourteen-year-old who thought her life was over beca

I’m proof that you’re never too old for a thrill

My beloved Fiona and me Dear Fiona, ...

Louise Brinton-Clarke had lost all hope until a standoffish tabby cat sauntered into her life

My ‘soul dog’ Ben had once saved my life. Now he’d sent someone who needed my help in return.