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YOU know, I do love living in the UK, Maureen, but . . .” “But it’s not much fun on Eurovision night when nobody votes for us?” I supplied. “Well, that certainly seems to be true. Apart from when love

MARCIA watched her grandson Matthew carefully as they toured the sumptuous interior of Moitlet Hall. To the other visitors, it no doubt seemed he was in awe of the opulent furnishings, wonderful artwo

September in France is all about La Rentrée – the return to school. It’s not just for children though, there are plenty of training opportunities for adults too, as Gillian Harvey finds out

Could broken-hearted Maddie really go on holiday alone?

A short while after we married, Tom and I made the decision to leave behind our hectic London lives and relocate to the tranquillity of rural living. We wanted a slower pace of life where the countrys

CATHY grunted as she struggled to open a jar of marmalade. Standing tall and athletic, amidst boxes piled high on the scarred wooden table in her new farmhouse kitchen, she inhaled the scents of woods