SARAH DITUM

G av drove home, glancing up at the ...

It’s time for new beginnings in Tessa Waugh’s circle, as a friend finds a new steed with witchy approval and son Alec casts off his L-plates, sparking memories of her rockstar driving instructor

I WAS lonely. Papa was a preacher and we lived and travelled in a painted wooden wagon, pulled by Jessie, a large and docile shire horse. We had few possessions; there was no room for what Papa called

With autumn hunting nearly over, Tessa Waugh is sad to see it go, but a house full of beagling teenagers needing constant food provides a welcome, if demanding, diversion

THINGS ARE very quiet here at the moment. It’s weird - I am used to a life overfull of things to do. For the first time in 20 years I have no building project on the go, and general maintenance, fenci