The garden of hope

So much went unspoken in her past – so much love never expressed

A criminal in their midst? Thankfully the village had its own Miss Marple

THE light was beginning to fade, and as Irene started to scratch her bare arms, she remembered anew one of the few things she disliked about being in the countryside. “The midges are out,” she complai

Nothing much happened in the village DS Dottie Reed was posted to – until a body was found

When Debora Robertson moved to France, she discovered that cultivating a garden is about more than just plants

Finally a decent morning after three days of steady rain and unseasonable winds. Ruth pushed her sunglasses up her slender nose, smoothed down her gardening trousers and took a hearty breath of sweet