Laura coffey

Back to sea. Off to the end of land, away from the pastoral, the pretty order of serene lawns, blackbirds and cottages, farms and ploughed earth. The tide carried us back down the sheltered rivers of

ADMISSIONS SHADOW WORK Loneliness and the literary ...

Their mama often told of the legend that, one day, she hoped would work its magic

Sunning herself on a lounger, Claire wriggled her toes and wondered whether to put on some more suncream or have a dip in the pool. “Laura, do you fancy a swim?” She nudged her friend who was engrosse

Coming up for air

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si