Charting new waters

Back to sea. Off to the end of land, away from the pastoral, the pretty order of serene lawns, blackbirds and cottages, farms and ploughed earth. The tide carried us back down the sheltered rivers of

THERE had to be at least 30 kids, milling around the ferry terminal like ants. “Why do people transport kids at night, anyway?” Julia asked her client, Mr Berry, who was chief buyer for the ferry cong

JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.

BONNIE MacGilvray was exhausted. She felt wrung out by life and the business she was in – all of it. A fortnight ago her husband had suggested that this might be the moment for her to go on a trip tha

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

COCKLES! Winkles!” Ellie heaves her heavy wicker basket higher on her arm and looks hopefully at the bank holiday crowds. They wander along the pier and wait in line for one or other of the pleasure s