Roman holiday

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

So, what do you think we should get Elsie this year? She’ll be a hundred and one next Saturday.” Jemma beckoned her husband over to her laptop where ‘Granny Gifts’ ranging from bird baths to potted ja

She’d admired the cool blonde from afar, but Teresa had no idea how much they actually had in common

THE angels were gleaming in the summer sunshine, all alabaster skin, fabric shaped folds of marble, and enraptured faces. On Naomi’s last visit to Rome, she’d rushed along this bridge on a breakneck t

I n the corner of the drawing room ...

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha