A sin of society

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

JEAN found Ailsa in her bedroom, staring into the dressing-table mirror, a hairbrush in her hand. She didn’t turn round when her sister entered. Something about the atmosphere in the room made Jean sh

THE light was beginning to fade, and as Irene started to scratch her bare arms, she remembered anew one of the few things she disliked about being in the countryside. “The midges are out,” she complai

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SHIRLEY was enjoying herself. It was rare that the employees at Gottens department store were able to socialise. Shirley was in haberdashery. Mr Moyatt usually ruled the department with a rod of iron.

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