A harvest wish

HELLO!” A young woman with red curly hair bounded up as Millicent and Barbara headed to the church, laden with fruit, flowers and foliage. Observing her brightly coloured sweater, hand-knitted chunky

I WAS a nightmare in the early days of my marriage, I admit it. I’d met Johnny on a skiing holiday in Courchevel, where we’d both gone with groups of chums. Johnny was the most daring of us and the be

Where are we going to have supper exactly?” Trisha’s husband, Henry, asked in a resigned tone. Trisha looked up from the basket she was stuffing with oasis and gazed around the kitchen. The island uni

IT was Penny’s original suggestion that transformed my five-year hermit-like existence. In fact, it would become a game-changer for me. It all began when Frank, my late husband, applied for an allotme

Corn-dolly crafter Colette Hughes describes the bleak situations our ancestors faced. “Imagine,” she says. “It’s winter and your family is hungry and cold. It gets dark early, fresh food is in short s

IT was a day every bit as beautiful as autumn is supposed to be. The sky was blue and the air felt warm, holding a hint of distant woodsmoke. It was a perfect afternoon for a walk in the country, so w