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

YOU’LL have guessed by now how much I enjoy messing about in the kitchen. Ever since I was a small boy, I’ve been interested in cooking. Well, Anne’s weekly magazine arrived as usual, but that week it

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

When I was aged 10, the farmers used to come round the schools to pick volunteers to work on the farms during the summer holidays, mainly to help bring in the harvest. The country was still building u

The bestselling author and former UK Children’s Laureate looks back on her low-key elopement to Vermont and a blissfully simple menu served at twilight

Why has John rung me after all this time?’ Liz asked herself. It was five months since he’d moved out. She chopped carrots and sliced runner beans from her vegetable patch, adding them to the minced m