Waves of nostalgia

EVERY time I smell the sweet scent of September air, I am transported back to Alderley Cottage. I am walking up the garden path strewn with grass and twigs towards a faded blue painted door with a bro

DEIRDRE leaned back on her sunbed and sighed. The view couldn’t have been more beautiful: rocky arid terrain rising from the sea, boats pottering about in the bay . . . Nearby, a luxury yacht was anch

AND this is where we do laundry, Mum. There are plenty of washers and dryers, so there shouldn’t be a problem.” Linda’s daughter, Jocelyn, waved a hand dismissively as they passed the large laundry ro

A short while after we married, Tom and I made the decision to leave behind our hectic London lives and relocate to the tranquillity of rural living. We wanted a slower pace of life where the countrys

OH, how I was looking forward to my birthday! Now that the war was finally over, I could have a proper party, like I’d had when I was small. All through the years, I’d never forgotten how my little ch

CATHY grunted as she struggled to open a jar of marmalade. Standing tall and athletic, amidst boxes piled high on the scarred wooden table in her new farmhouse kitchen, she inhaled the scents of woods