Miss beeton’s murder agency

Nothing much happened in the village DS Dottie Reed was posted to – until a body was found

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

A criminal in their midst? Thankfully the village had its own Miss Marple

GWEN slipped off her pumps and poured herself a cuppa from the brown teapot with its knitted cover. She sighed contentedly as she leaned back in the kitchen chair and picked up her post. It had been a

For 45 years, Jill Barklem’s ‘Brambly Hedge’ series has been captivating young readers. Emily Allen explores her magical miniature world

TRICKS LITERARY ILLUSIONS Performance magic and Victorian ...