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

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

IT was three o’clock in the afternoon and still raining. It started the moment they arrived, and Sharon watched with a heavy heart as the rain took hold and the sky darkened. Even she, queen of all pl

SOPHIE sat in the beachside café sipping a chilled lemonade as the cool Aegean sea lapped the blond Cretan sand. The first time she’d sat here, she had just broken up with Ryan. Or, rather, Ryan had b

IT’S all inclusive,” Brenda said, flopping on to my bed without taking off her new espadrilles. I had no idea what “all inclusive” meant, but I didn’t let on. Until 10 minutes ago, I hadn’t known what