Harriet’s hammock

WINDY, windy weather, we all blow together!” Hannah Kington laughed as she ran along the pavement, hand in hand with her five-year-old twins, Daisy and Amy. She could remember playing this game when s

HAYLEY grabbed her toolbox from the back of the van and walked up the pathway. Ever since seeing the address on the worksheet, she’d been looking forward to this job. The house was just three doors aw

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

This is ridiculous,” said Lissa, as she ducked beneath the bough of a particularly vigorous monstera, the one that Abbie had taken to calling Moz. “You do understand that this is supposed to be a fron

THAT’S it. It stops right now.” To add oomph to the point, Gloria smacked the soft arms of her chair with her palms. Idly Scott noticed the small puffs of dust that arose and made a mental note that i

AMIRA tramped slowly uphill in the heat of the late afternoon to her flat, sipping from a takeaway iced coffee. She wondered what to do with her evening – read or prepare for the following day? Flat?