Escape to rome

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

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

I’ve just returned from three magical days in the Lake District. Craggy mountains, mist over the fells, and the gentle hum of a Herdwick sheep or two. I stayed near Hill Top, once home to Beatrix Pott

Single and an empty nester Rina Cavazza decided to dive into a new way of living...