Queen bee

In which we learn the truth about snooty Geraldine

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

Bee venom and beauty might make strange bedfellows, but, as Jane Wheatley discovers, they are a combination fit for a Queen

HELP! I need help!” I gasp down the phone, sinking on to my kitchen floor. “It’s a life or death situation. I don’t know what to do.” I close my eyes and try to breathe as the panic overwhelms me. “Yo

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

MILK?” Mrs Evans loomed over Alice Campbell’s teacup with a milk jug. The humidity in the tea shop was beginning to wilt the fabric violets in Alice’s little hat. She could see a few of the tiny flowe