Rooted in my heart

WHEN we left England, it was teeming with rain; here in Umbria, the heat is so fierce it could render you senseless. Especially if you’re marooned with a flat tyre on a little winding road somewhere o

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

JENNA strode along the bark-floored woodland walk in the town park, enjoying the blue skies overhead. Ahead of her ran Jonty, her rescue Springer spaniel, who stopped repeatedly to snuffle in the unde

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So much went unspoken in her past – so much love never expressed

My father was always late. And by late, I mean really late. Like an hour or two. The December I was five, he missed my school nativity. (I was a sheep and Mom had made me a costume out of an old robe