A holiday of a lifetime

Last week, my husband, Erik, and I had dinner with a couple who’ve been great friends for years. They mentioned their new holiday home in Sardinia, and generously invited us to join them out there for

Creaking into the dusty, lookout point, Jessie pulled on the handbrake. Jumping out, she slammed the door. Clouds of grit tailed her maxi skirt to the front of the camper van. Lifting the bonnet, Jess

FREE! I’m free at last!” “Oh, Lionel, anyone would think you’d just been released from prison,” Jeanette, his wife, replied. “Well, I have. Since I decided to retire, working my notice has seemed like

We loved holidays so much we decided we’d never come home

Two pints of lager, please,” the young lad said. Vicki immediately recognised him as a boy from the school her twin daughters attended. “I’m going to have to ask you for some ID, I’m afraid,” Vicki re

DISASTER,” Simon muttered under his breath, as he shuffled off the aeroplane. A narrow jet bridge spat the passengers into the international terminal. Harsh lighting buzzed overhead. It might have bee