Pretty flamingo

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

A criminal in their midst? Thankfully the village had its own Miss Marple

THEY say that the true test of a friendship is to spend a holiday together. Initially, when this idea was mooted, Faye had felt rather hesitant. She’d known Beverley for less than a year. And though t

Would her daughter’s enthusiasm for insects revive Elaine’s creativity? ELAINE stared at the muddy footprints leading across her freshly mopped kitchen floor. She didn’t need to be a detective to work

This is ridiculous,” said Lissa, as she ducked beneath the bough of a particularly vigorous monstera, the one that Abbie had taken to calling Moz. “You do understand that this is supposed to be a fron

JOAN heard a raised voice as she ushered her charge into the hallway, and went cold. Sir Ivo Templeton was angry about something – and she heard her name as his voice thundered out from behind the shu