More precious than jewels

BRUSHING wind-whipped hair from her eyes, Catriona crouched, scanning the colourful smorgasbord of stones, seaweed and shells on the shoreline. There! Half-hidden under an empty limpet. A cowrie. Gent

ICY sleet hit the restaurant window, making me glad I was in the warmth of the restaurant, until Luca appeared from the kitchen, wearing a frown. “Sorry, bella Bella, we’ve another order for delivery,

Did somebody say pebbleroni pizza? Delicate-coloured doughnuts, loaves of fresh baked bread... they might look good enough to eat but careful, you might break a tooth! Anna Llewellyn has found comfort in creating these beautiful works of pebble art...

A rush of warmth welcomes me as I open the café door. I take a moment to catch my breath, unbutton my coat and look around for Helen. She’s sitting at our favourite table in the corner, and I give her

ABBIE Whitrow heard the clang of metal on tarmac. She wondered if something had fallen off the bottom of her car. She had got it from a private seller, after noticing a handwritten ad stuck to its win

A LICE scanned the row of packages, so glossy, so tempting. There was Salted Caramel Mousse, Double Chocolate Cream Soufflé and Gazillionaire Cheesecake, the last item on her shopping list. It was exa