The farmer and his wife

MY Anne is an economical sort. She doesn’t believe in wasting time or petrol running in and out of St Andrews or Anstruther for a pickle of things. Bread comes under this title. We usually eat one lar

YOU’LL have guessed by now how much I enjoy messing about in the kitchen. Ever since I was a small boy, I’ve been interested in cooking. Well, Anne’s weekly magazine arrived as usual, but that week it

Paula had agreed to meet Alex on Monday after checking out. She was planning to see her mum when she returned, but another hour or two wouldn’t make much difference as long as she didn’t leave it too

OLD friends Marlee and Devin were tucked into a quiet corner of the Rustic, the long-established coffee shop and deli on a pleasant side-street in town. They only ever came here for coffee – the food

WHO would have believed that Tim would miss being nagged? Not his wife Mollie, that’s for sure. She’d said she’d keep doing it even after she’d gone, but neither of them thought Tim would actually wan

MILLICENT MACK replaced the mouthpiece of their candlestick phone and stepped away from the hall table. A quiet little smile touched her mouth and brought amber lights to fleck her pretty eyes. She mi