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Merrie couldn’t find her husband anywhere. The day before Christmas Eve was always busy and at 9.30am she’d expect to find him in the warehouse, checking on packing and loading and last-minute orders.

The September sun was still warm when I reached the familiar stretch of beach. I glanced up at a messy display of cotton-wool clouds in the sky. They were bobbing randomly overhead and I almost felt I

Liz had a theory about what was behind the rumours of witches and buried treasure

THIS FESTIVE SEASON, CHEF PAUL AINSWORTH’S ELEGANT RECIPES PUT A BRITISH TWIST ON A TRADITIONAL CHRISTMAS EVE FISH FEAST

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