A new kind of christmas

IT’S all inclusive,” Brenda said, flopping on to my bed without taking off her new espadrilles. I had no idea what “all inclusive” meant, but I didn’t let on. Until 10 minutes ago, I hadn’t known what

I LOOKED at my allocated “bed” underneath the back window of the caravan and wondered. Firstly, about my chances of getting a good night since I was already sleeping badly. And secondly, what madness

When I was aged 10, the farmers used to come round the schools to pick volunteers to work on the farms during the summer holidays, mainly to help bring in the harvest. The country was still building u

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Coming up for air

The bestselling author and former UK Children’s Laureate looks back on her low-key elopement to Vermont and a blissfully simple menu served at twilight