The tea ladies

MAGGIE looked up from her book as her bus to work stopped and passengers got on. This was Miss Black’s stop. Was she there this morning? Yes – Maggie saw the young woman get on the bus and take a seat

ENA walked carefully, not wanting to strain her back. Those new painkillers were making a difference, but the doctor had also suggested gentle exercise. It was early days, but her back felt better and

GWEN slipped off her pumps and poured herself a cuppa from the brown teapot with its knitted cover. She sighed contentedly as she leaned back in the kitchen chair and picked up her post. It had been a

ELLA came out of the head’s office trying not to punch the air with excitement. Her colleagues in the staff-room were eyeing her speculatively. Had she just been promoted? Or sacked? She recognised th

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

Nothing much happened in the village DS Dottie Reed was posted to – until a body was found