Bittersweet beginnings

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I HURRIED, slip-sliding on the rocky path even though I’d newly scored the bottom of my shoes with a kitchen knife. As I half-walked, half-ran, I went over the timings in my head. Thirty minutes to ma

MARCIA watched her grandson Matthew carefully as they toured the sumptuous interior of Moitlet Hall. To the other visitors, it no doubt seemed he was in awe of the opulent furnishings, wonderful artwo

A short while after we married, Tom and I made the decision to leave behind our hectic London lives and relocate to the tranquillity of rural living. We wanted a slower pace of life where the countrys

Nicola reached into her boot and took out a large white crate before yanking it shut. Ever since her mum’s washing machine had broken and hadn’t been possible to repair, Nicola had collected her washi

Yes?” Lexie spoke more sharply than she intended when she yanked open the front door, wiping her hands on her apron. “I’m sorry to bother you in this awful weather!” said a rather flustered lady, hudd