A new story by kate glanville the island

S tella is quicker than usual eating her breakfast. Taking worried glances out of the window just in case the cornflower blue sky might fill with dark, angry clouds, the sun obscured behind a mass of

Nothing much happened in the village DS Dottie Reed was posted to – until a body was found

Coming up for air

KATY stretched and yawned. She felt refreshed by the fragrance of rosemary floating in through her bedroom window from pots outside the apartment’s main entrance, three storeys down. She rubbed sleep

COCKLES! Winkles!” Ellie heaves her heavy wicker basket higher on her arm and looks hopefully at the bank holiday crowds. They wander along the pier and wait in line for one or other of the pleasure s

Back to sea. Off to the end of land, away from the pastoral, the pretty order of serene lawns, blackbirds and cottages, farms and ploughed earth. The tide carried us back down the sheltered rivers of