NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had

NORMA sat on her parents’ sofa and sipped her tea. It was Saturday afternoon, one of her favourite times of the week. She’d finished work at the newsagents at lunchtime and now, she had a relaxing aft

THIS is delicious, Mum,” Demi said, taking another spoonful of apple pie. “I can never get my pastry as light as yours.” “Cold fingers!” Sheila said. “Not to mention that I’ve been making the same rec

Our round-up of the funny, fascinating and unusual stories this fortnight

CARA slumped at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee. She was surrounded by childhood memories, and the same faded wallpaper and unmatched dishes that she had grown up with. It seemed appropriate th

The thumping that had been going on overhead all morning suddenly stopped. Clara paused, red pen hovering over one of her pupil’s dogeared exercise books. A strand of brown hair fell across her sea-gr