The farmer and his wife

IT all started the previous Sunday when we went to the morning service at Kingsbarns church. Anne stopped to chat to a couple who sat near the back. “Oh, John, I’ve asked Ann and Heck for lunch on Wed

A short while after we married, Tom and I made the decision to leave behind our hectic London lives and relocate to the tranquillity of rural living. We wanted a slower pace of life where the countrys

CATHY grunted as she struggled to open a jar of marmalade. Standing tall and athletic, amidst boxes piled high on the scarred wooden table in her new farmhouse kitchen, she inhaled the scents of woods

RIDICULOUS that after all this time it should be a shock. What had she expected? That he would appear one day on her doorstep with that oh-so-familiar crooked grin to reclaim her? To tell her that he’

FOR some people, fresh air combined with freshly grown, organic vegetables would be their idea of heaven – but not for me. Instead, mine would be a busy order book for my interior design business and

OH, how I was looking forward to my birthday! Now that the war was finally over, I could have a proper party, like I’d had when I was small. All through the years, I’d never forgotten how my little ch