Tessa Waugh focuses on the positives – and the useful effects of “liver-shaking” – at the start of the new year, banishing covetous thoughts of a friend’s life in the southern hemisphere

A s I write this, just a week before Christmas, it’s a wonderfully frantic time in the office as we sign off magazines and race to meet deadlines, all in the hope of enjoying a well-deserved rest over

Mother Nature has a way of healing if we give her half a chance

Some people throw on sequins and open bubbly on New Year’s Eve, with friends and family around them, but I’d always been content to ring in the new year at home with my husband and Rusty, my cockapoo.

From you to us

JANUARY 1. Hazel sat in the quiet cottage. It was one of two, semidetached, on the outskirts of the village, completely surrounded by fields. When she looked out of the window, all she saw was unrelen