Down in the valley

WHEN Lady Hargreaves told Valerie that she was the third governess to be engaged for Rosa in a little over a year, it had taken Valerie only a few days to realise that the problem was not Rosa herself

I LIFT my head to the weak sun and give thanks for having survived another winter. It’s good to see the lane is passable, even if there are ruts and puddles. However, I can still see the bones of icy,

Beth smiles when, through her bedroom window, she sees the sun attempting to peep through the grey clouds. Looks like it will be a nice day, exactly as it was when she married George, fifty years ago.

IT’S time to go to the police again,” Mark said. “That’s what I think.” “We all think that,” Lydia snapped. “We have all got that far, Mark.” The Denzell children glared at each other, then sighed and

Apart from the For Sale board, the house didn’t look any different from the last time I was here. Six months ago now. The day of my father’s funeral. A memory of how fragile my mother appeared that da

Waresley is a tiny picture-postcard Cambridgeshire village of about 200 inhabitants where you might think nothing exciting ever happens. And mostly, it doesn’t. But in 1965 it was the scene of one of