Better together

HELLO!” A young woman with red curly hair bounded up as Millicent and Barbara headed to the church, laden with fruit, flowers and foliage. Observing her brightly coloured sweater, hand-knitted chunky

A f ter my great-aunt Monica’s funeral, I ...

I’m bringing the street together, one brew at a time

IT was Penny’s original suggestion that transformed my five-year hermit-like existence. In fact, it would become a game-changer for me. It all began when Frank, my late husband, applied for an allotme

IT was a day every bit as beautiful as autumn is supposed to be. The sky was blue and the air felt warm, holding a hint of distant woodsmoke. It was a perfect afternoon for a walk in the country, so w

CLARE reached the station, gasping and with sweat pooling at the base of her spine, with two minutes to spare. It took her a moment to realise no-one else waiting for the train, and a shiver of worry