A new story by kate glanville the island

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

Coming up for air

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

Stumbling over the soft sand, Rachel wished she had worn her flat sandals. Her husband Nik, hands in pockets, walked a few paces ahead. The evening sun glinted off the silver that had recently appeare

There are many highs to cruising around the Adriatic in high summer and getting paid for the pleasure but somehow it’s the shuddering lows that stick in the mind. Given that it is a very human trait t