Holiday baggage

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

THE light was beginning to fade, and as Irene started to scratch her bare arms, she remembered anew one of the few things she disliked about being in the countryside. “The midges are out,” she complai

Mum, you can’t possibly mean it.” Abbie leaned against the kitchen counter, suddenly feeling unsteady on her feet. Her mum’s harsh words pierced like a scorpion’s sting. The excitement that had whirle

A g lint of colourful rays caught her ...

HAYLEY grabbed her toolbox from the back of the van and walked up the pathway. Ever since seeing the address on the worksheet, she’d been looking forward to this job. The house was just three doors aw

Isn’t there something a bit… I don’t know… less morbid you could be researching?” Bella looks up from the papers strewn across the kitchen table, the print-outs and scans of newspaper articles. Her mu