Middleland: Dispatches from the Borders Rory Stewart (Jonathan ...

I CANNOT apologise enough for the soup, Miss Porter. I am most dreadfully sorry. “I do believe I need another cook,” Mr Langley said to his dinner guest. He put his spoon down, unable to consume any m

THE buildings on either side of the street seemed to bend in upon Meg Talbot. Their upper windows were looming as she picked her way through the slime and detritus. She could hardly see the September

Ava thought that men had their uses – they were excellent at fetching her drinks and mink stoles when she needed them, buying meals and paying for clothes and all that – but she probably wouldn’t go s

IN the rear of her stationary motor-taxi, a young milliner reached up a careful gloved hand to pat her black-felt cloche, snug on her smart, fair curls. Constance Smart had been sitting patiently for

A History of England in 25 Poems: Treasures ...