The last apple

NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had

L AURA phoned her mother, trying to keep her voice light. “Hello, Mum, I’ve got a bit of news,” she said. “Hannah’s moving in with her boyfriend. “I need to either get a new flatmate, or try to find s

It was a simple and innocent moment Sarah witnessed as the bus pulled into the stop to drop off a young man, no more than twenty years of age, clutching a bunch of bright daffodils. She was about to t

THIS is delicious, Mum,” Demi said, taking another spoonful of apple pie. “I can never get my pastry as light as yours.” “Cold fingers!” Sheila said. “Not to mention that I’ve been making the same rec

NORMA sat on her parents’ sofa and sipped her tea. It was Saturday afternoon, one of her favourite times of the week. She’d finished work at the newsagents at lunchtime and now, she had a relaxing aft

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