Caleb’s crochet crew

WHAT I thought,” Pippa said, unpacking a new delivery of yarn, “was that we could have an open day. “Something where the locals could come along, enjoy cake and a glass of something fizzy, and soak up

THE cold morning air made Caleb’s cheeks sting as he walked to Buttons and Bows. It was still dark and far earlier than he liked to be out, but there was no question of his getting any more sleep. And

PIPPA struggled to sit up in the darkness of her bedroom. Something had woken her. A noise. She could still hear it. It was loud ringing. It sounded very much like the shop’s alarm system had been set

ONCE the decision was made, Caleb browsed the internet for days, reading reviews and comparing prices. There was so much choice. He was financing the purchase himself, reasoning it wasn’t fair to burd

It was one of those cool misty mornings when Lucy had no firm idea how she wanted to spend her day. Nothing had leapt to the top of her to-do list when today’s planned coffee morning with her daughter

Granny,” says Molly when she comes round from school as she always does. “May I tell you something?” “Of course, love.” Molly and I have always been close. I thank my lucky stars that my daughter had