Winter warmer

Amanda knew something was wrong the moment she woke. But what was it? And how did she know? It wasn’t the storm – that had been raging all night. But on slipping her foot outside the duvet, she realis

Apart from the For Sale board, the house didn’t look any different from the last time I was here. Six months ago now. The day of my father’s funeral. A memory of how fragile my mother appeared that da

YOU can’t just throw it all in a skip, Mum!” Bryony’s voice was muffled by a dust mask as she crouched in the loft space, carefully avoiding bumping her head on the beams. She examined a battered trun

I LIFT my head to the weak sun and give thanks for having survived another winter. It’s good to see the lane is passable, even if there are ruts and puddles. However, I can still see the bones of icy,

WHEN Kate had decided, at the age of fifty-five, to reduce her working hours and go part-time at her job, she had imagined filling her extra days off with all kinds of exciting adventures. Instead, sh

Chloe checked her phone yet again. Nothing. But he was bound to text her soon to tell her how sorry he was. Surely he must have realised by now that he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. Breaking