Out of chaos

MORNINGS at the Coffee Pod officially began the moment Primrose flipped the laminated sign from Sorry We’re Closed to the inviting We’re Open! Come On In! Unofficially, of course, they began a good sp

A s we edge closer to spring, I find myself daydreaming about morning walks that no longer require five carefully chosen layers just to stay warm. That said, I’m far less confident that a change in se

POPPY, can you come up here?” Kim called downstairs to her fourteen-year-old daughter. “I’m busy. Can it wait?” “No.” A few minutes passed, then a figure appeared at the foot of the stairs. Black hood

Are you ready for this?” I asked Nigel, my golden retriever, as I waved from the bay window to the young woman at the kerb. She stood unloading her toddler from her car. My son planned to marry finall

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

IT’S perfect,” I said. “Just think of all the time I’ll save on commuting. I’ll even be able to come home for lunch if I want to.” Mum didn’t look convinced. Of course, she was pleased that I’d found