The seashell summer

EVERYONE seems to have a favourite season, don’t they? My sister, for example, has always loved winter. She says there’s nothing to beat a cold, clear day when the ground is hard and sparkling with fr

AND now, let’s drink a toast to Mum and Dad,” said Evelyn and Duncan’s eldest son, Arlo. He grinned and then added, “Better known to some of you as Gran and Gramps.” “Happy anniversary!” everyone chor

LESLEY patted her tearful granddaughter’s hand sympathetically and tried desperately to think of something to cheer her up. What could she say to a fourteen-year-old who thought her life was over beca

Childhood memories bring a new sense of purpose to Evelyn

PAM glanced up at the clock on the far wall of the classroom. Just half an hour to go until the summer holidays began. Six blissful pupil-free weeks, to be spent mostly gardening and binge watching pe

‘M um,’ says my son Jack. ‘We have ...