Soaring skywards

AMELIA arrives home from her half-day at work. She has the week’s shopping and quickly squirrels everything away, leaving just her children’s magazines on the kitchen table. Seeing she only has three-

I LIFT my head to the weak sun and give thanks for having survived another winter. It’s good to see the lane is passable, even if there are ruts and puddles. However, I can still see the bones of icy,

UGH, I hate bull night,” Sheila said as they walked back from the Mess after tea on Monday evening. “How can you hate it?” Madeleine queried. “Don’t you like it when everything is clean and polished?

IT was a clear early spring day, the breeze light and the sands empty. Sea and land seemed to go on forever, their divisions blurred by light and distance. Brigitte Wetherby breathed in the salty air

THE sea at Thornbyon-Sea answered before you’d finished asking. Will Hartley liked that about it. He would lift his eyes, shape a thought, and the tide would already be laying its long, even breaths a

Look Amy, a Little Egret!” Jo gestured to a snow-white bird standing motionless in the frothing shallows of the river and raised a pair of glossy black binoculars to her eyes. Amy looked over to where