The place we always stay

It had been years since Alice had been up here properly. The loft ladder was rickety and she hated the dark, cobwebby mess of it all. But, with just a month to go, she had no choice but to get on with

It was one of those cool misty mornings when Lucy had no firm idea how she wanted to spend her day. Nothing had leapt to the top of her to-do list when today’s planned coffee morning with her daughter

BRUSHING wind-whipped hair from her eyes, Catriona crouched, scanning the colourful smorgasbord of stones, seaweed and shells on the shoreline. There! Half-hidden under an empty limpet. A cowrie. Gent

Judy Blume’s Superfudge was in our tiny school library, and I wolfed it down at the age of eight. From then, I was side-by-side with all of Judy’s kids, right the way up to 17-year-old Katherine in Fo

AS their Morris Minor drew up before the Green Gables Hotel, Clarice Rayne heaved a sigh. Not only was it luxury to travel to the seaside in their own transportation, but she was here with her husband

On a chilly February morning, Sheila Murray sat at her kitchen table and stared at her laptop. Lighting up the screen was an invitation for the unveiling of La Serenissima, the newest ship in a luxury