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

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

A criminal in their midst? Thankfully the village had its own Miss Marple

AND that concludes this evening’s agenda. Is there any other business?” Joley looked up from the laptop to reluctantly face the rest of the Turpins Lane allotment committee. This was the part of the m

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

THE light was beginning to fade, and as Irene started to scratch her bare arms, she remembered anew one of the few things she disliked about being in the countryside. “The midges are out,” she complai