As the days grow shorter and darker, Caro seeks out ways to sit more comfortably in the dark while also enjoying the chinks of brightness that she manages to find.

T HE MIDDLE OF MAY, A WARM MORNING ...

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V IV and John’s house had been for sale for some time, so I knew they’d been delighted when at last a buyer was found, and the transaction finally completed. We were all sorry that they’d be moving aw

RUTH climbed the narrow path to Windlow Hill. She had a canvas bag in one hand and her mother’s old cardigan tucked under the other. Below, the village looked almost as it had in her childhood – white

An old man lives at the bottom of my garden. His name is Robert Barkus, or Bakehouse, or Bagust. Nobody is quite sure. But I often sense him around when I’m gardening, and I’ve found out a fair bit ab