Who’s that girl?

I HOPE this is the last time I’ll sit at home watching the Winter Olympics on telly,” I said. Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean were kneeling on the ice. “In four years’ time, I want to be there, cov

L AURA phoned her mother, trying to keep her voice light. “Hello, Mum, I’ve got a bit of news,” she said. “Hannah’s moving in with her boyfriend. “I need to either get a new flatmate, or try to find s

COME on, Jamie,” Helen said, glancing briefly at her daughter. “Don’t be like that. “Anyone would’ve thought I was driving you to the dentist’s and not a beautiful French chateau for the weekend!” Ign

It was one of those cool misty mornings when Lucy had no firm idea how she wanted to spend her day. Nothing had leapt to the top of her to-do list when today’s planned coffee morning with her daughter

Polly took her place by the window, glad that Corunna Coaches allowed the booking of specific seats on their trips. An important consideration when you weren’t the world’s best traveller and didn’t wa

AS their Morris Minor drew up before the Green Gables Hotel, Clarice Rayne heaved a sigh. Not only was it luxury to travel to the seaside in their own transportation, but she was here with her husband