Marmalade moon

It was still early when Marnie slipped out of the hotel and made her way down the narrow Calle de le Rasse. In a matter of moments, she was looking out over Venice’s Grand Canal. She watched a fishing

It was one of those cool misty mornings when Lucy had no firm idea how she wanted to spend her day. Nothing had leapt to the top of her to-do list when today’s planned coffee morning with her daughter

Daisy grabs my arm to stop me falling as we walk along the frosty pavement. I’m glad to get inside to the safety and warmth of our favourite Scandi café on the high street without dislocating anything

AS their Morris Minor drew up before the Green Gables Hotel, Clarice Rayne heaved a sigh. Not only was it luxury to travel to the seaside in their own transportation, but she was here with her husband

I WAS browsing the bookshelf in a charity shop when I glanced up to see my neighbour outside, trying to come in. With his arms fully encumbered with a large bag, the door was proving difficult to open

BRUSHING wind-whipped hair from her eyes, Catriona crouched, scanning the colourful smorgasbord of stones, seaweed and shells on the shoreline. There! Half-hidden under an empty limpet. A cowrie. Gent