Somewhere else

Norman Hadley shares a tale of youthful misadventure, when a navigational mistake on the Cairngorm plateau seemed to defy all constraints of space and time

NICOLA had been dreaming of this moment for so long – it was important to savour it. Sitting at her writing desk by the window of her newly decorated study, previously a box room, nothing stood in the

KATE had moved into her flat in Canterbury in the winter. It had seemed such a great idea to live right in the centre of town, so close to the Westgate that she could see every bird that rested on its

CLARE reached the station, gasping and with sweat pooling at the base of her spine, with two minutes to spare. It took her a moment to realise no-one else waiting for the train, and a shiver of worry

When I was a child, we had a tortoise called Winnie who had belonged to my father when he was a boy in the 1950s. He called his pet Winston after Churchill, but this name had to be changed when he dis

Ben hunched over in the cab of the lorry, eyes cast down, earphones firmly in place. He tugged his hoodie further over his face and ramped up his music, trying to drown out his stepdad, along with the