Against the clock

WHAT is it?” I asked, as my aunt Alice removed a bulky bubble-wrapped object from her luggage. She’d just returned from a Rhine river cruise and we were in her kitchen, which always smelled deliciousl

MILK?” Mrs Evans loomed over Alice Campbell’s teacup with a milk jug. The humidity in the tea shop was beginning to wilt the fabric violets in Alice’s little hat. She could see a few of the tiny flowe

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

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

WINDINGS NO STRAIGHT ROAD TAKES YOU THERE ...

WINDY, windy weather, we all blow together!” Hannah Kington laughed as she ran along the pavement, hand in hand with her five-year-old twins, Daisy and Amy. She could remember playing this game when s