Creatures of habit

IT’S high summer, my birthday, and Tom has marched me out to my front garden, telling me to keep my eyes closed. Tom’s young son, Ethan, and his pal, Kyle, follow us out. “Open your eyes!” Tom orders.

FOUR EMPIRE WRITERS. ONE GREAT CINEMATIC YEAR. NO COINCIDENCE.

Northern exposure THOUGH ORIGINALLY BROADLY supportive of ...

I’D just let Joey, my young Labrador, off the lead when I saw Spike for the first time. It was early; the grass was drenched in dew and there were few people about. He was a powerful-looking man stand

MUM?” Becky said. “When did you know Dad was the man for you?” “What? Pretty early, I think,” Frances replied, taken aback. “It’s so far in the past, I can’t remember.” “It’s important. Try and think

IT was the smell which first drew Amelia towards the souk. A heady mix of sweet jasmine and piquant spices, together with another scent she couldn’t identify, combined to form something that made her