A shoulder to cry on

Would her daughter’s enthusiasm for insects revive Elaine’s creativity? ELAINE stared at the muddy footprints leading across her freshly mopped kitchen floor. She didn’t need to be a detective to work

WINDINGS NO STRAIGHT ROAD TAKES YOU THERE ...

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

WHEN we left England, it was teeming with rain; here in Umbria, the heat is so fierce it could render you senseless. Especially if you’re marooned with a flat tyre on a little winding road somewhere o

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

JOAN heard a raised voice as she ushered her charge into the hallway, and went cold. Sir Ivo Templeton was angry about something – and she heard her name as his voice thundered out from behind the shu