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

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

LET me get that door for you, Ena.” Mr Chapel held open the door to reception for Ena, his head tea lady. “What on earth have you got there?” Ena shifted the two heavy bags and gratefully stepped thro

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

This is ridiculous,” said Lissa, as she ducked beneath the bough of a particularly vigorous monstera, the one that Abbie had taken to calling Moz. “You do understand that this is supposed to be a fron

It has been a long drive, but I need to get as far away from the city as possible. Somewhere near Andover the stupidity of what I’m doing hits me and I pull into a service station, get out of the car