Paint the town red

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

FOR a northern mill town, it was rather pretty. To be fair, there was more to it. The town had history. At times, it had been prosperous. At others, not so much. Oddly, it was perhaps the less prosper

Mary was as good as any lad – and she was going to prove it

BUT surely nobody really truly cares?” Millicent Brewster asked. Her long eyelashes gently rose and fell as she blinked innocently at Madame. Kirsty knew that Millicent had never been on a course like

GRAN, you know I love the hotel. But I’m not the person you need,” Emma said. “You publicise those events you run,” her gran, Betty, replied. “I’m sure you could use some of those skills to help build

CAROL pedalled furiously, cursing under her breath as she came to the crest of the hill before the descent to Godley’s factory. Glancing at her watch, she figured she might make it on time if she was