The place we always stay

Just the sight of the lighthouse lifted Alison’s heart. Still gleaming white, perched on the cliffs above the choppy North Sea, it stood as a beacon of hope – or something like that. She had always lo

DEIRDRE leaned back on her sunbed and sighed. The view couldn’t have been more beautiful: rocky arid terrain rising from the sea, boats pottering about in the bay . . . Nearby, a luxury yacht was anch

A short while after we married, Tom and I made the decision to leave behind our hectic London lives and relocate to the tranquillity of rural living. We wanted a slower pace of life where the countrys

And so it was that the fair Lady Joanna spurned her betrothed and fled from the castle in the dead of night, her faithful man-at-arms by her side. Off the lovers ran, into the depths of Howe Acre wood

They had made memories there – a place of love and hope

Could broken-hearted Maddie really go on holiday alone?