Blood on the beach

How did a stroll on the beach lead to all this ?

I’m not sure what woke me up so early – excitement or the desperate need for a wee. These days, my alarm is my bladder. I pull on a loose, comfortable dress and shuffle down the corridor of our holida

It’s been more than 25 years and yet one memory of my late sister Claire remains embalmed in my mind. It was a month before she jetted off to her backpacking adventure in Australia, in October 1999. C

I survived a sickening attack, then the horrors kept coming

Could broken-hearted Maddie really go on holiday alone?

A lovely lady, a peaceful street… and a chilling home discovery