On reflection

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,

It’s easy to underestimate the power of winter out on the hillside when you’re tucked away in the lea of a stable yard, finds Tessa Waugh , after an optimistic hacking route proves treacherous

OCCASIONALLY on rural roads you’ll see cones and a sign proclaiming, Hedge cutting in progress. Sure enough, a little further on you’ll find a tractor with a fearsome looking attachment giving the hed

VERONICA had only recently moved to the town, so she was surprised to recognise the woman walking towards her. Yet, when their eyes met, 30 years rolled away. “Helen?” Veronica said. “It is you, isn’t

IT was the same mother and child Gwen had smiled at earlier in the street, when she’d been heading for her afternoon shift at the charity shop. The only difference was, they both looked very tired. Th

AMELIA arrives home from her half-day at work. She has the week’s shopping and quickly squirrels everything away, leaving just her children’s magazines on the kitchen table. Seeing she only has three-