Falling for the ferryman

THERE had to be at least 30 kids, milling around the ferry terminal like ants. “Why do people transport kids at night, anyway?” Julia asked her client, Mr Berry, who was chief buyer for the ferry cong

JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.

IT was one of those perfect days. With one hand on the main sheet and the other gently tweaking the tiller, Jessie closed her eyes to the tune of the waves gently lapping the side of the boat. The ste

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

Sunning herself on a lounger, Claire wriggled her toes and wondered whether to put on some more suncream or have a dip in the pool. “Laura, do you fancy a swim?” She nudged her friend who was engrosse

BONNIE MacGilvray was exhausted. She felt wrung out by life and the business she was in – all of it. A fortnight ago her husband had suggested that this might be the moment for her to go on a trip tha