A funny, moving study of midlife angst

They were two days into the week’s summer holiday and Ruth, hanging up beach towels in the garden, was already wondering if she could go on. It should be idyllic. Beachcomber Cottage in Devon was swee

Like everyone else, I sometimes question how my life is going. Today, in the throes of a heatwave, I do just that. Sweat pricks at my forehead as I trail after Liam, rescuing the three-year-old’s digg

Our childhood beach was made of the finest sand, the sort you get in an egg-timer. I grew up in Morar, a lovely little village on the northwest coast of Scotland. My parents owned a hotel opposite the

Stumbling over the soft sand, Rachel wished she had worn her flat sandals. Her husband Nik, hands in pockets, walked a few paces ahead. The evening sun glinted off the silver that had recently appeare

Although Jackie could understand why many people hated commuting to work, she actually quite liked it. For the past six years, she had travelled by train from her home in a small town to an office in

Freya’s new boyfriend seemed nice. As she sat opposite him in the lounge, Jane smiled while counting off dates in her head. It had been six months since her daughter’s last appearance. Freya’s head wa