The red-tailed shrimp

BRUSHING wind-whipped hair from her eyes, Catriona crouched, scanning the colourful smorgasbord of stones, seaweed and shells on the shoreline. There! Half-hidden under an empty limpet. A cowrie. Gent

GEORGIA wasn’t supposed to be at her grandparents’ house that day. Her plan had been to go up to her boyfriend’s house in Manchester. She was to be set off early from work, getting there in good time

NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had

THIS is delicious, Mum,” Demi said, taking another spoonful of apple pie. “I can never get my pastry as light as yours.” “Cold fingers!” Sheila said. “Not to mention that I’ve been making the same rec

DOREEN was cleaning her bedroom window when she looked down and saw her daughter come in by the back gate. The young woman took a deep breath before she started walking down the path. Oh, no! Not anot

AS their Morris Minor drew up before the Green Gables Hotel, Clarice Rayne heaved a sigh. Not only was it luxury to travel to the seaside in their own transportation, but she was here with her husband