Breathing space

THE salt air tugged at her hair, carrying the scent of seaweed. Donna had spent years building towards this, chasing figures in spreadsheets, negotiating contracts, dreaming of the day she and Ben wou

Oh, Bea, not daytime telly again! It’s a beautiful bright day and you’re holed up in a darkened room watching garden makeovers when your own garden is crying out for some attention.’ Bea sighed and cl

I’M so glad we came. Isn’t Croatia wonderful?” Maria nodded, setting down her espresso cup and taking a bite of fritule – a fried pastry like a small doughnut, coated in icing sugar. She and her good

TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape

There’s a momentous decision to be made about life at Greenfields, but will Diana’s heart be ready to make the leap when the time comes?

It was still dark when all the bells of Rome began to toll. Their chorus calling on the populace to wake, to pray, to work. Maddalena Viscuso looked back and saw a dawning strip which pushed against t