Safe haven

MILK?” Mrs Evans loomed over Alice Campbell’s teacup with a milk jug. The humidity in the tea shop was beginning to wilt the fabric violets in Alice’s little hat. She could see a few of the tiny flowe

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

It has been a long drive, but I need to get as far away from the city as possible. Somewhere near Andover the stupidity of what I’m doing hits me and I pull into a service station, get out of the car

WINDY, windy weather, we all blow together!” Hannah Kington laughed as she ran along the pavement, hand in hand with her five-year-old twins, Daisy and Amy. She could remember playing this game when s

SHIRLEY was enjoying herself. It was rare that the employees at Gottens department store were able to socialise. Shirley was in haberdashery. Mr Moyatt usually ruled the department with a rod of iron.

WHO needed London’s West End, Rex Pargeter smiled, taking his usual bracing constitutional along Utterly On Sea’s promenade. He, as actor manager at the Castle Theatre, was king. Yet, like the sunny w