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

Once a cold and compact room with barely space to cook and eat in, this kitchen is now a spacious and welcoming family hub

SATURDAYS were no fun when Mum was on shift. She’d made it clear that while she was at the hospital, whoever was left in the house was expected to get on with all the jobs that had to be done. Today t

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

I feel like I’m in a novel. It’s high summer and I am strolling through the kitchen garden (a grand renaming of my tiny raised beds that suits my mood) in a frock (impractical, but ditto mood), collec

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