January had seemed to last forever. The razzle dazzle of Christmas a mere memory, spring and its promise of sunny days still a good couple of months away. And now there was February to contend with. S

It was still early when Marnie slipped out of the hotel and made her way down the narrow Calle de le Rasse. In a matter of moments, she was looking out over Venice’s Grand Canal. She watched a fishing

A s we edge closer to spring, I find myself daydreaming about morning walks that no longer require five carefully chosen layers just to stay warm. That said, I’m far less confident that a change in se

Author and Guardian columnist Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett picks out the reads that will help get your pulse racing

Dressed in a blue striped cocktail dress and dangling gold earrings, I was ready for a night of fun. My friend Lisa* had invited me to her friend’s house party and although I didn’t know anyone there

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