The farmer and his wife

DARLING, are you awake?” I asked. It was just after two in the morning. “Yes dear – are you?” I know I sometimes talk in my sleep, but this was the first time I’ve ever asked a question! “There’s some

IT all started the previous Sunday when we went to the morning service at Kingsbarns church. Anne stopped to chat to a couple who sat near the back. “Oh, John, I’ve asked Ann and Heck for lunch on Wed

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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

When a friend came to visit recently she loved all the colour in our flower garden but she took one look at the veg garden and said, “Ah, food!” There’s nothing better than harvesting delicious fresh

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