Escape to pompeii

June walked through the sandstone arches into the small cobbled courtyard. Setting her suitcase down, she looked around, but she was alone. Walking over to what looked like a restaurant, she peered in

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

EXCITEDLY opening slatted wooden shutters, Evie stepped on to the balcony, greeting the day. Her delicate pink silk robe was barely fluttering in the warm breeze drifting in from the sea. She smiled.

STARING out of her window at the small garden, Gemma sighed. It was nothing like the large rambling garden she’d had at her old house and there were times when she really missed it. If she were honest

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

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